© Bruce Goodman 5 July 2015
Outside it was raining. Delilah sat down to write a letter. She would write it by hand.
My Dear Roland, she began.
She screwed up the letter and began again. My Dear Roland was too personal; too intimate.
Dear Mr. Shrewsbury. No. No. It was still not right.
Dear Roland, I have some sad news.
How was it best said? How could she put it into words?
Tears fell down her check. Tears echoed the rain on her window. I have some sad news. No! No! A teardrop stained the page.
Dear Roland, I have such sad, sad news. Delilah gasped with grief.
“Why bother at all?” she thought.
She stood. She screwed up her efforts. No, she wouldn’t bother. She wouldn’t bother at all.
Perfection! I wonder if this is the start of what the little kids call a ‘chapter story’?
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Thanks, Pauline. I’m not sure about the chapter story for little kids. I belong to the “There-was-an-old-woman-who-lived-in-a-shoe” camp: just whip them all soundly and send them to bed!!!
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🙂
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Makes me sad. Reminds me of letters I wrote and never mailed. You’ve beautifully evoked a certain state of mind.
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Thanks, Cynthia. “Teardrops” and “raindrops” are both lovely words, but without care they can gravitate towards a sickly sentiment at times!
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That’s true, (and I am not a fan of sentimentality) but I think you skirted that danger with Delilah.
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‘Bloody awful’ 🙂
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Thanks Derrick! Break a leg!
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The downpour of emotions when weathering sad news can often inundate one to the point of feeling submersed.
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Yes, it’s like drowning in a sea of tears; awash in a lake of conflicting emotions; stuck in a puddle of crappy emotional garbage; and… oh! look! there’s a mermaid!….
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How many things have been left unsaid because it was too difficult to begin? Very poignant, Mr. G.
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Thank you, Mrs. L.
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