Dear Alice,
Our mothers had planned a picnic and ordered us to invite our best friends to tag along. You invited the blonde Miranda, I invited nerdy Henry.
It was a beautiful Spring day. The clearing was covered with a blanket of daisies and it looked as if Joseph had spread his multicolored Dreamcoat creating a magical array of colors that would put the rainbow to shame.
The two of us were standing in the middle of it and I saw the excitement on your face and a sparkle in your eyes that I haven't seen for a long time.
I picked a pink one with a golden heart and handed it to you. You started picking its petals while intoning… he loves me...he loves me not.
As the petals fell my heart shrank, my face tightened and my smile froze.
What if you get to the last one and it says, he loves me not…
The suspense was killing me.
If only you knew how much I loved you, and you didn't need a petal to prove it.
You plucked the last one, and as through a dense fog I hear you say ...he loves me not…
I nearly fainted.
With a face twisted by anger and a voice filled with rage, you threw the golden heart to the ground.
" He doesn't love me," you screamed.
"Who?" I croaked bewildered.
"Jake, you dummy," you said petulantly, turned around, and ran, your black hair streaming behind you.
I was ten years old at the time, but I remembered it like it was yesterday.
That was the dagger you drove through my heart.
That was the day the bleeding started…
And never stopped.
Leo Alexander
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Dear Alice
Short StoryLeo has messed up and is trying to right his wrongs by writing Alice a few letters. It is his way of trying to get rid of the demons that has plagued him his entire life. ~•~ And a whole lot of humorous Drabbles. A drabble is a short story of exact...
