The Letter – Flash Fiction by Jane Risdon (c) 2013
The Letter by Jane Risdon 2013
Haunted by the neat sloping writing on the blue Basildon Bond paper which lay accusingly on her writing desk,
the old woman sat locked inside her thoughts.
She couldn’t bear to pick the letter up to read it again, but there was no need really.
The contents were not unexpected after-all.
She’d been waiting nearly forty years for something like this to happen.
And now it had.
Every knock at the door, every strange hand’s address on an envelope had filled her with such fear,
the like of which she could never share.
She had never told.
The only reason she had an answering machine on her phone was so that she could screen her calls.
Just in case.
Now, there on the desk along with all her bills and other correspondence, the letter lay,
the words terrorising her silently across the darkening room.
She didn’t ask herself how or why.
She knew the answers and had known this moment would come eventually, either in the form of a visit,
a phone call, or a letter.
Forty birthdays had come and gone, and with each passing one she had agitated in case this time it would be the one;
the day when she would have to face her past.
Long ago she had put away the photo, the little sepia image now faded with age and fingering.
There was nothing she could have done even if she had wanted to,
and she wasn’t even sure any longer if she had ever wanted to do anything.
At first it was not a matter of choice but necessity, but there had come a time,
many years later when she supposed she could have, possibly should have, tried.
Soon it would be over.
Of course she could ignore the letter but that might force a visit, in person, without warning.
She could pretend it had never arrived and feign ignorance if anyone queried its receipt.
Her stricken mind tried to battle with her emotions.
Part of her needed this to happen, craved it, and dreaded it, fought against it and longed for it.
Her tired faded eyes moved across the room to stare at the blue ghost beckoning her.
A date and a time had been suggested and if she didn’t respond the writer would understand,
after all it must be an awful shock after so many years, but hoped that she would consent to a meeting,
without strings of course.
Without strings, the old woman mused.
There were always strings, and there would always be strings.
She sighed heavily, tears brimming as she stood and made her way over to the letter.
She picked it up, reached for the telephone and dialled.
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Thhis is great
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Thanks so much. Welcome.
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Loved the emotion and the tension. Imagine having that fear for 40 years.
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I know and I think it would eat away at you. Imagine the knock on the door! I am sure some live with this…so sad. 🙂
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Love the tension! Brilliant ending.
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Many thanks, I am glad you enjoyed it. Not crime for a change…lol.
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Very poignant, beautifully crafted!
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Many thanks Carrie, I am so chuffed you enjoyed it. Yes, it is sad and based (loosely) on real life observations. 🙂
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Thanks so much for this – await the comments. Hope you enjoyed it. 🙂 x
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Strong storytelling, Jane. I like the slow reveal.
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Thanks so much Cynthia, I am thrilled you enjoyed it. Appreciate you taking time to read it. 🙂
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Loved the way you built the suspense, and then massaged it, much like an orchestra’s 1st violin, returning time and time again to the composer’s theme to keep it fresh in the audience’s minds and reinforce it. Jane, I also loved how you left the resolution up to the reader. Damn good stuff.
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Oh thanks so much Jeff, I am chuffed you liked it. You made my day 🙂
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Flash fiction in the truest sense, started in the middle and left the sound of its beating heart at the same time leaving room for the reader to fathom their own end. Excellently executed thank you.
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How lovely of you to say this. So chuffed Ellen. Glad to see you here. Hope all is well with you. Have a fab weekend. 🙂
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All is well, thank you. I am nothing if not honest.
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That I respect and prefer. I am not one for flattery. Too many years in the music business yielded more than my fair share of that sort of thing and I didn’t enjoy it then. Appreciated….the good and the bad. 🙂
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What a great story, Jane!! I really do love the way you build up the suspense and do some fantastic character development, too!
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Thanks for your kind words, really appreciated. Am chuffed to bits 🙂
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Lovely build up of tension and intrigue, Jane.
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Thanks Annika, I try. 🙂
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Very enjoyable story Jane. It’s almost a ‘Complete your own ending’ and you’ve certainly supplied enough tension for each of us to supply an ending commensurate with her anxiety.For me it’s a child given up for adoption now searching for a birth mother, though I was tempted to be darker.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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Ah you may well be on the right track. I am happy you enjoyed it and yes, pick your own ending. There’s only so much you can jam into a piece of FF. 🙂
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