A woman receives emotional letters, until they suddenly stop coming in. 

Margret stood on a bench outside of her porch. The sun shined bright into the clear blue sky, and the light breeze blew the daisies in the lawn. A mail truck stopped in front of her house, causing her to shoot up from the bench with anticipation. A mail man got out, and the two smiled at each other.

“I see you’re out here enjoying the weather,” Henry stated.

“Like always,” Margret replied back.

Henry filled up the mailbox. The two waved at each other, and Henry left. When the mail truck took off, Margret took out the mail inside the box. She ruffled through dozens of pieces of mail until she got to a white envelope at the bottom stamped U.S. Army.

Pressing the envelope to her chest, Margret took a deep breath. She ripped it open and took out a handwritten letter. She moved her hair back that had been blown into her face.  The first words began in cursive, My Dear Margret. Her eyes gazed at the letter, and her face flourished with happiness as she released a huge smile and blushed.

Inside her room, Margret took out a shoebox from under her bed. When she opened it, she faced a pile of organized hand written letters. She put the letters with the rest. She walked over to the wall where a calendar was at. Most of the calendar’s dates were marked with X’s consecutively. Margret marked an x on the next blank date, and flipped the page, revealing a new month with blank dates. She plopped onto her bed with her body stretched out. Staring at the ceiling, she continued to smile, as a tear came down from her eye.

Margret took out the mail and saw the U.S. Army stamp, which flourished her with grace. Walking into her room, she kept her eyes poised on the letter. She looked under her bed where there were now two shoe boxes. After she put the letter away, she went over to the fully marked calendar, where she flipped the page to a new one.

The mail man arrived, and the two greeted each other. Margret took out her mail, and quickly shuffled through it. As she ran through the mail, she didn’t see the U.S. Army stamp. With each piece of mail being moved to the back, the excitement in her face slowly died down. Finally she stopped when the first piece of mail got back to the top. She titled her head sideways, giving the mail a confused look as she pondered, not seeing the one stamped with US Army.

Back at her mail box after the mail man left, Margret searched through the mail with a smile. In the end she found herself traipsing back to her house with closed mail and disappointment.

The mail man was starting to leave, when Margret ran to him.

“Henry, is there any mail from the army?” Margret asked.

“No, not that I’ve seen.” Henry noticed the concern look on Margret’s face. He cheered himself up with a smile. “Things get delayed. I’m sure it’s there, just taking a little bit longer with the war. But when it does come, you’re probably going to have your mailbox filled with tons of those letters.”

Margret started to smile a little bit.

“There’s that smile. Now take your mind off of it, and relax. Everything will be alright.”

Henry left as Margret kept smiling. As she stood there alone, her smile vanished into another look of worried.

Margret sat at the bench, staring at a lawn filled with dead grass. She constantly pattered her face and fanned it as the scorching heat drenched her face with sweat. Trudging into her room, she threw the mail on the floor. She collapsed on her bed where she stared at a blank calendar.

The headlines shot at her from the ground. The newspaper read Japan Surrenders. Margret didn’t bother picking up the newspaper from the porch. Instead she sprinted to the mailbox, where she grabbed the mail. She flipped through each piece, dropping them to the ground until her hands were empty. Staring at her empty hands, she sighed. She then picked up the mail, and walked back inside where she slammed the door.

Rain pouring heavily as Margret moped on the bench, protected by the overhead of the house. Cars went by the street, splashing water, but none stopped at her house. She finally plodded over to the mail box, soaking herself in the rain. She looked through the mail, tossing each piece she ran through on the ground until there was nothing left. She dropped to her knees and tears poured down her face, being lost in the rain.

Luggage in her hands, Margret walked out of the house as snow fell softly. She stepped over the newspaper with the headline Dewey Defeats Truman. She didn’t bother to pick it up as she threw one suitcase into the car. Right before she was about to stepped into the car, she heard a car pull up in front of the house. She turned around and froze. She dropped the other suitcase in her hand where it spilled out clothes and pictures of people onto the ground.

A man in a military uniform stood out of the car, facing Margret who was now speechless and in shock. The man stepped out completely out of the view of the car, revealing a missing arm of his. Margret noticed, and a look of sadness but also relief came across her. The car drove off as the two stood there in the snow.

Both were silent as they stared at each other. Suddenly Margret rushed over to the man and threw her arms around him. She cuddled his face with her hands, constantly caressing his cheeks. Tears came from Margret’s face as she started to cry happily. The man put his forehead on Margret’s closing his eyes to soak in the emotion. Once he opened his eyes, they looked at each other, with happiness. At the same time, they moved their heads towards each other, and shared a kiss, giving each other warmth.

 

4 thoughts on “The Letter – Short Story

    1. Thanks for checking it out! I was actually thinking of going that route, but then I figured I had a lot of stories with sad endings, so this one deserved a better one.

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