have
nobody!”
“That’s not true; you have me. You have your
brother.”
Misty didn’t respond. She closed her eyes and
began breathing evenly. Wendy called her name, but realized she had
fallen asleep. She threw a blanket over her and looked around the
room.
That’s when she spotted a chest full of envelopes and
opened one out of curiosity.
Ty,
I’m waiting to get my hair done, and I can’t
seem to get you off my mind. I think about you all the time,
wishing we could have done more things together. When you first
came home, I wouldn’t have thought in a million years that you
would ever leave my side again. Life is so unfair. I ask God every
night, what have I done to suffer like I do. I’ve always treated
people like I wanted to be treated, and I’ve never asked for
anything other than to be happy. I picture us having lots of fun
together, doing simple things, like you painting my toes. Then you
would give me a massage, and we both know what follows after that.
(smile) These thoughts always bring tears to my eyes, because
you’re not here. I love you, but I’m so mad at you because your
occupation (if you can call it that) separated us again. I know
you’re saying you were only trying to provide like a man should,
but I never cared about all those glamorous things. As long as I’m
with you, I’m content. We could be at a homeless shelter.
Unfinished
Wendy had read over twenty letters when she
heard Misty stir. She looked back and saw her staring at her with
an expression that she couldn’t read.
“I didn’t mean to pry. The chest was open and
I just opened one of these out of curiosity. I’m sorry.”
Misty flopped backwards on the bed.
“Arghh!”
“I’m so sorry, Misty.”
“I’m not mad, but I know you think I’m crazy,
writing all those letters.”
“I wouldn’t say that. I have to admit I’m a
little confused. The letters I read all have recent dates on
them.”
It took awhile for her to open up to her
friend, because she didn’t want to be viewed as strange.
“You know since the first day I met Ty, I
haven’t been with anybody else?”
“I know. I‘ve always respected you for
that--God knows I’ve never been faithful. It takes a lot of
willpower and loyalty. I like different flavors.”
“It hasn’t been easy. I mean, it’s not easy
being separated from him. When he wasn’t able to call home but
twice a month, we created a system that enable us to communicate
every day. It was only through letters, but it relieved a lot of
stress. I feel so close to him when I write, it’s almost like he’s
right here beside me. It soothes…the pain of missing him.”
Wendy went over to her and embraced her.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it no more. I
understand.”
“No, you don’t understand. I need him. I need
him to come home right now. Today!”
Wendy didn’t really know what to say about
that. She couldn’t pretend that she knew what Misty was going
through, because she had never known love.
“Misty, you need to do something before you
sink too deep.”
“What can I do?” she asked, throwing her
hands up. “Please tell me so I can stop hurting. Please! I done
tried all I know.”
Wendy looked at the chest full of letters. A
wicked idea came to mind. “I got it! You could write a book about
him.”
She frowned through her tears. “I can’t write
no book.”
“Why you can’t?”
“Because I don’t know how for starters. And
for two, I don’t have the time. All the letters I write Ty takes up
most of my free time.”
Wendy paused before responding. “Listen to
what you’re saying, Misty. You write him one letter a day. That’s
more than some writers write a day. You can put that same effort in
the book. Then you can learn how to write, that isn’t a problem.
Remember that book I downloaded, In Rare Form by Cordless
Simms?”
“Hmm…hm.”
“It shows you how to write. You just have to
get past all the cursing.”
“I
nobody!”
“That’s not true; you have me. You have your
brother.”
Misty didn’t respond. She closed her eyes and
began breathing evenly. Wendy called her name, but realized she had
fallen asleep. She threw a blanket over her and looked around the
room.
That’s when she spotted a chest full of envelopes and
opened one out of curiosity.
Ty,
I’m waiting to get my hair done, and I can’t
seem to get you off my mind. I think about you all the time,
wishing we could have done more things together. When you first
came home, I wouldn’t have thought in a million years that you
would ever leave my side again. Life is so unfair. I ask God every
night, what have I done to suffer like I do. I’ve always treated
people like I wanted to be treated, and I’ve never asked for
anything other than to be happy. I picture us having lots of fun
together, doing simple things, like you painting my toes. Then you
would give me a massage, and we both know what follows after that.
(smile) These thoughts always bring tears to my eyes, because
you’re not here. I love you, but I’m so mad at you because your
occupation (if you can call it that) separated us again. I know
you’re saying you were only trying to provide like a man should,
but I never cared about all those glamorous things. As long as I’m
with you, I’m content. We could be at a homeless shelter.
Unfinished
Wendy had read over twenty letters when she
heard Misty stir. She looked back and saw her staring at her with
an expression that she couldn’t read.
“I didn’t mean to pry. The chest was open and
I just opened one of these out of curiosity. I’m sorry.”
Misty flopped backwards on the bed.
“Arghh!”
“I’m so sorry, Misty.”
“I’m not mad, but I know you think I’m crazy,
writing all those letters.”
“I wouldn’t say that. I have to admit I’m a
little confused. The letters I read all have recent dates on
them.”
It took awhile for her to open up to her
friend, because she didn’t want to be viewed as strange.
“You know since the first day I met Ty, I
haven’t been with anybody else?”
“I know. I‘ve always respected you for
that--God knows I’ve never been faithful. It takes a lot of
willpower and loyalty. I like different flavors.”
“It hasn’t been easy. I mean, it’s not easy
being separated from him. When he wasn’t able to call home but
twice a month, we created a system that enable us to communicate
every day. It was only through letters, but it relieved a lot of
stress. I feel so close to him when I write, it’s almost like he’s
right here beside me. It soothes…the pain of missing him.”
Wendy went over to her and embraced her.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it no more. I
understand.”
“No, you don’t understand. I need him. I need
him to come home right now. Today!”
Wendy didn’t really know what to say about
that. She couldn’t pretend that she knew what Misty was going
through, because she had never known love.
“Misty, you need to do something before you
sink too deep.”
“What can I do?” she asked, throwing her
hands up. “Please tell me so I can stop hurting. Please! I done
tried all I know.”
Wendy looked at the chest full of letters. A
wicked idea came to mind. “I got it! You could write a book about
him.”
She frowned through her tears. “I can’t write
no book.”
“Why you can’t?”
“Because I don’t know how for starters. And
for two, I don’t have the time. All the letters I write Ty takes up
most of my free time.”
Wendy paused before responding. “Listen to
what you’re saying, Misty. You write him one letter a day. That’s
more than some writers write a day. You can put that same effort in
the book. Then you can learn how to write, that isn’t a problem.
Remember that book I downloaded, In Rare Form by Cordless
Simms?”
“Hmm…hm.”
“It shows you how to write. You just have to
get past all the cursing.”
“I
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