D: A love story, how sweet.
A: It is sweet, D. And one day I may actually get to tell the whole thing.
D: This story has been rambling about up here for a while – Evie and I are good chums. The second story is loosely based on your grandparents, yes?
A: Where are you going with this?
D: I’m just wondering about the third story.
A: It hasn’t happened yet. I’m working on it.
D: Will it have ghosts?
A: No, I think Evelyn and Samuel do that just fine.
D: What about vampires?
A: Nope, you skulk around for that well enough.
D: Then what?!
A: I’m waiting for me, dummy. Now shush; let people read the story!
This is a germ of a novel I’ve had in my head for many years. When Ionia presented the Love Letters prompt, I knew it was a sign to put the ideas to paper: this is its first outing. Eventually, provided D leaves me be at some point, it will be an intertwining tale of three love stories told over great distances.
My Dearest Evelyn,
While war continues, I would not write of it. I would spare you the details of my daily horror.
When I write to you, it is to forget that I am far from you, far from your embrace. I wish that I had been brave enough to speak to your father and ask for your hand before this started. I have faced enough secesh as punishment for my fear, and I will speak to him.
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Your words fill me with hope…
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