The Torn Letter

Daily Prompt:¬†“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.”

I was walking the streets of everyday New York City with the cars zooming past blaring their horns, and the people passing me by without noticing my very existing when a small, torn piece of paper was whisked directly in my path by the on-going traffic to my left. Whether it was fate demanding me to read it or not, you don’t risk those kind of things. I picked up the fragile piece of paper that was on it’s last ounce of life and began reading it to myself with everyone still walking past me like stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to read a random piece of paper that floating in front of you was completely normal. The paper, which was actually a letter, looked quite ugly on the outside, but the insides contained beauty. It read:

“To My Loves,

I know it has been awhile since I have answered your last letter, but we don’t get the top-notch mail system here in Afghanistan. I’ll respond the best I can, I promise. Anyways, how are my two princesses? Have you both been good for momma, our queen? She runs our castle while I’m gone remember. Things here are alright, and to answer your question, yes I do miss our two pups even though they can be a hassle sometimes. I have to go now, okay? I hope to be returning home to you soon. I love you! and tell momma I love her too. Stay beautiful.


Your dad & soldier”

When I returned to the normal world that existed outside of my mind when I read, I found myself with tears down my face, yet our busy world pushed straight past me not knowing that our own veteran may not be able to contact his wife and daughter. I need to deliver this.