You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter.
Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.
A small rectangle blows before me. The paper is old and worn. Stooping to pick it up I read words old as my grandmother. Words of love dated June 6, 1944, fill the page and my heart. I glance around for the object of the affection and fidelity that may have lost this treasured missive. At first I see no one who fits the part. But there she is, a lady younger than me. Seeing the paper she rushes to me with hands open. Our eyes meet silently she takes it. Hers fill with tears as she tucks it away.
Author’s Note: I chose to tell this story in 100 words. The date is a small nod to today’s 70th anniversary of D-Day.