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March 24, 2020 at 11:32am
March 24, 2020 at 11:32am
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PROMPT March 24th

Start your blog with these words: “Five years from now...”



FIVE YEARS FROM NOW. That's what the envelope said. It was crumpled and somewhat dusty. Collin found it stuffed at the back of his sock drawer. Not that Collin ever wore socks. But he was doing some organizing (which Collin rarely did) and found the envelope. "Hmmff," he snorted and rubbed under his nose with one gnarly finger, and tapped his cheek with one nasty nail. "Hmmff," he snorted again and this time little droplets of spit landed on the envelope, staining it in a few conspicuous places.

Collin had forgotten about the envelope. Well, he hadn't really forgotten. He'd pushed it out of his mind. He really wanted nothing to do with the envelope. It contained...well! Let's just say what it DIDN'T contain. There was no new spell, or tick, or trap. No mischief. No mayhem. No, there wasn't anything good in that envelope. Not by Collin's count anyway.

Collin flipped the envelope over. The sealing wax was still taut with the big red "C" he'd stamped into the wax. Collin's beady little black eyes peered at the seal and his fuzzy little nose crinkled as he considered what to do with the envelope. He sat for a long time, peering at the dastardly thing, doing his best to convince himself to just throw the thing out. Get it out of his drawer and out of his house and out of his sight! "Just throw it away," his logical brain told him. "Read it anyway," his curious brain coaxed him.

Yes, he sat quite a long time...through lunch...and afternoon tea. It was QUITE a long time.

But Collin being Collin made his choice. Not that Collin ever made a GOOD choice. And this time it was no exception. It was definitely a BAD choice. Collin pushed a raggedy lock of hair out of his crunched up face, and with one nasty fingernail he broke the seal of the wax. Gingerly, for Collin anyway, he pulled out the one piece of paper the envelope held. It was a soft brown and a little crackly. He unfolded the note...

And there, written in sepia ink with a flourish of scrolls was a letter. HIS letter. One he'd written to the love of his life. Collin remembered this letter. He remembered the happiness and joy he felt as he penned each word. He remembered the hope he felt that his love would be returned. And Collin also remembered...that sadly...that love wasn't returned. In fact, the only thing that was returned was his letter. THIS letter. The one he sealed in an envelope and marked FIVE YEARS FROM NOW.

At the time it was Collin's intent to keep going. To never give up. To try again in the future. Back then it was Collin's hope, but now it seemed like such silliness. Why would he try again? Well, love is what it is. In fact, he did try again. And again. Every five years for the past 100 years he tried. And each time the letter was returned he'd mark the envelope FIVE YEARS FROM NOW and stuff it in his drawer.

Funny that he found it today. Collin scratched his nose again with one nasty fingernail. Exactly what was the date? The calendar was across the room and he squinted his beady little black eyes to see the date. Well, lo and behold, it was time. Time to deliver the letter again. His heart brightened. His face brightened. And he stood taller than ever before.

He raced to find a new envelope, one that wasn't so dusty and crumpled. He raced to find the sealing wax and the stamp with a "C". And once the letter was safely sealed again, he race out the door to the darkest part of the forest in the oldest part of the land to the little hut at the farthest edge of the forest to gingerly deliver the letter again. Because maybe this time, his love would be returned.


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