Tad POV
July Dear edlin,
Normally I hate paper. I mostly prefer writing on walls or a hard surface where everyone can see my work.
Yet, I found some paper. So here i am.
As I take in my surroundings through my brown eyes, I am greeted with only darkness.
My sense of smell is not working properly due to the cold I had when we left from (somewhere).
Remember that cold? You were laughing because i couldn't smell the skunk spray when i went close to its babies. Those were the times.
Update: The soldiers lied to us. I'm in a 'car'. It's really a train car. Made for cows. I was with Ada in the car to get to this car, but Ada has issues with, let's just say, a LOT of people so she left me.
Also, normally I would tell you the weather but hey I'm inside and when they bolted the doors with metal sticks, I kinda guessed that they weren't gonna let us out soon.
Staying positive,
Me, you idiot who else would it be from
P. S: write back
YOU ARE READING
Dear Edlin
Historical FictionSeparated from his best friend, trapped in the cattle cars ready to bring him to his death, Tad has never had much good luck. Using his humorous voice to bring reality to his only listener, Tad writes Edlin letters throughout his journey. :/For Edli...
