Three Line Tales, Week 16
photo by Kirsty TG
She sat at the table with pen and paper and a glass of wine for courage, trying to put into words what she had been feeling for a long time but didn’t know how to say. She had to say it now so he would know what was in the deepest places of her heart before it was too late to begin again. She drank some of the wine, picked up the pen and began, Dear John.