Life Among the Never-Winged

Once upon a time I was writing a book called, "Just Another Love Letter", about angels behaving badly. Now I just quietly ask myself each day, "What the hell am I doing?"

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    Communication Breakdown III – Just Another Love Letter







    The house we occupy now used to be a rental. That means we get a lot of junk mail addressed to former tenants. Many of the names have become familiar. A certain woman apparently loved to gamble and gets constant invites from local casinos. Another man receives offers to upgrade his airline account. Familiar names, familiar junk mail.


    Until a few days ago.


    At first I thought it might be for my own boyos from their grandma. The envelope was covered with stickers and stamps a little boy might like.


    But it wasn't for them. The boy's name on the envelope was unfamiliar. The return address bore a man's name and home address. Perhaps it was mis-delivered; it happens. No, the address was ours.


    I carried it into the house, examining it the whole time. The envelope bulged from several papers folded inside. This was no junk mail. This was an honest-to-god personal letter.


    So I started weaving little stories around this letter:


    A father had left his family. Years later he wanted to explain his reasons to his son, but the boy and his mother had since moved on.


    A woman fled her abusive husband, taking their only child. Now he is hunting them down, just a step behind, trying to win over his son.


    A woman who had become estranged from her daughter discovered years later that she was a grandma. She sent a letter addressed to her grandson to her daughter's last known residence. The grandma is a widow, and is still using her old return address labels with her husband's name. Her daughter doesn't know she's lost her father.


    It struck me as terribly sad, this letter.


    I couldn't open it; it wasn't mine. I should have just put it right back into the mailbox with 'RETURN TO SENDER' scribbled across it in my nearly-illegible hand.


    But this was no alabaster jar. It was paper. And you can sometimes see right through paper...


    I could make out just enough words to unravel the mystery.








    Some stories are better left unfinished.






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    18 people left me a love letter:

    Blogger D-Man wrote in a love letter...

    Some stories make great stories.

    4:08 AM, March 14, 2008  
    OpenID wheelsonthebus wrote in a love letter...

    Oh, that was fantastic. Just perfect.

    4:40 AM, March 14, 2008  
    Blogger Maggie wrote in a love letter...

    Aw man, you made me hungry. A parched throat screaming for the drops of words to satiate the curiosity of my mind. Because I am more curious than that cat that died.

    5:04 AM, March 14, 2008  
    Blogger Irrelephant wrote in a love letter...

    Okay, NOW who is the tease? *lol* Damn you, Dancehall!

    8:44 AM, March 14, 2008  
    Blogger Clowncar wrote in a love letter...

    So what were the words? And did you mail the letter back? Is this a true story? So many questions....

    Heavy sigh.

    11:12 AM, March 14, 2008  
    Anonymous Rudi wrote in a love letter...

    Ms Dancehall said:
    Some stories are better left unfinished.

    We, your loyal readers, find you in Contempt of Blog! Dammit.

    We sentence you to go to Confession during Holy Week unless you spill the beans for us.

    11:42 AM, March 14, 2008  
    Blogger meno wrote in a love letter...

    I am left aching and unfulfilled.

    3:55 PM, March 14, 2008  
    Blogger sari wrote in a love letter...

    Ooh! not fair!

    :-)

    6:39 PM, March 14, 2008  
    Blogger Des_Moines_Girl wrote in a love letter...

    You leave us hanging?!?!?!?
    Not fair!

    Great story! :-)

    7:37 AM, March 15, 2008  
    Blogger Scott from Oregon wrote in a love letter...

    I got a letter "To whom lives at this address now"

    and I opened it, and it was a letter in broken English from a guy in GErmany who was looking for his high school sweetheart 50 years later...

    I answered back that she had indeed lived and owned the ouse but had sold it, and the people who bought it had sold it, and now I owned it...

    I then did some google searching and found the woman, and sent the poor old man all the information he needed to get his heart broken a second time.

    She had taken up with her twenty years her younger male nurse...

    11:57 AM, March 15, 2008  
    Blogger ms chica wrote in a love letter...

    I feel like I just had a fling with a selfish man. Yet another story best unsaid.

    5:04 PM, March 15, 2008  
    Blogger Bud wrote in a love letter...

    What!!!??? That is so nasty, girl. I'll just have to respect your judgment. Because you're good. But now you have a burden, don't you?

    8:05 PM, March 15, 2008  
    Blogger Schmoopie wrote in a love letter...

    Pants, You're a genius writer. I've said this before, but I really want to be like you when I grow up!

    9:03 PM, March 15, 2008  
    Blogger Stucco wrote in a love letter...

    Some comments are better left unf

    9:29 PM, March 15, 2008  
    Blogger Nancy Dancehall wrote in a love letter...

    Does D stand for 'Dearborn', D-Man? (Sorry; only O's gonna get that one.)

    Thanks, Emily! I consider that very high praise. :-)

    Maggie: *Cheshire Grin*

    Great minds, Ir....

    I didn't mail it back Clowncar; there was no use in that. Yes, true story.

    Off to confession I go, Rudi. :-)

    That's certainly not the way I ment to leave you, Meno. ;-)

    That's what I thought when I read the words, Sari. :-)

    Yup, DMG. I hope your week is better!

    Wow Scott. I feel so sad for him and yet so proud of her...

    I get that a lot, Chica. ;-)

    Trust me, Bud, I'm doing the right thing by this. :-)

    Hee! Then don't grow up, Schmoop. Thank you. :-)

    Touché, Mr. Mustache!




    Ga. I'm typing on a table that's sticky with honey. Who LIVES here?

    7:06 PM, March 16, 2008  
    Blogger Mona Buonanotte wrote in a love letter...

    Oh C'mon!! Come on!!! More! You are SUCH a tease...!

    5:00 AM, March 18, 2008  
    Blogger amusing wrote in a love letter...

    Oh, it's a contest, isn't it? Aren't we supposed to finish the story? What are all these other people complaining about?

    8:33 PM, April 01, 2008  
    Blogger Vulgar Wizard wrote in a love letter...

    Aw . . . that makes me sad, even though I don't know what the letter says. I feel kind of empty right this second.

    3:06 PM, May 04, 2008  

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