3:10 P.M., 3/24/15
Dear Anonymous,
I planned to say nothing –
Until the phone rang.
He picked it up,
And his face was full of confliction,
But when he hung up,
Anger won – it was my prediction.
He quickly reeled me back in,
And the clouds were grey with a storm,
My breath started to die –
For I was still in the deep,
My head swimming in the dark.
YOU ARE READING
Messages in a Bottle
Short StoryThe letters of a girl, who finds herself lost at sea - metaphorically, of course.
