Dear Elena,
The weirdest thing happened today.
I was alone in the apartment,
Going through photos from when times were peaceful.
I had this feeling come over me,
And I went to the cupboard.
There was a bottle of pills
Labeled with my name,
And a promise.
I opened the cap and swallowed some, dry
And they went down one by one.
One
Two
Three
Four
The last once stuck in my throat,
And I didn't bother trying to get it down
Because I figured that if it was meant to be stuck there
It would stay.
It didn't.
Love, Ida
YOU ARE READING
Ida
Short StoryIda Whitney- A twenty four year old 911 operator in Eugene by day, and a crumbling lie by night.
