11:10 A.M., 3/21/15
Dear Anonymous,
Today's the weekend,
And I know it's sad –
But I have no one to see.
It used to always be Christine and me.
Now I guess –
It's just me,
Alone in the metaphorical big big sea.
Maybe I should call her?
Tell her I am sorry for whatever I did to make her mad?
Or will I just sound to desperate?
Like those starfish always trying to impress.
I guess I am going to head back to bed –
Not like my dad cares enough to wake me up before noon.
YOU ARE READING
Messages in a Bottle
Short StoryThe letters of a girl, who finds herself lost at sea - metaphorically, of course.