Writing: Be Brief

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September 23, 2014 by The_Shy_Shooter

Sunset Swan Falls

Sunset Swan Falls

Strolling along the watery path my foot hit something in the water. As the water receded I found a letter in a bottle. What a cliche I thought.

As I unplugged the ancient looking pop bottle, I unfolded the fragile, yellowed and deteriorated page. As the paper cracked from age, the bleeded, faded  year 1943, it was written to Aiden, and simply said come home to me, and the words: beidh me bra i gconai leat, and simply signed Sarah.


Chills, if I could return it to Sarah, I would ask what happened.


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