Monday's Minutes Challenge

I am doing the picture prompt this week, which is:

here it is:

My shoulder is bare. My hair is ragged. Tears start to fall. I hold his letter.

His letter has come at last. But it doesn’t hold the news I so long to hear.  

I drop the letter. If it doesn’t hold the news of his returning—why should I bother to keep it? If all Michael does is go on and on about how much he is enjoying himself in the army—why should I continue to long for his return?

I stand up and purposely walk away from his letter, but can’t help to come back and pick it up, cradling it like a baby. I miss Michael.

I tell the stupid voices inside my head to shut their big mouths—and they obey. I study the letter. I study the envelope.

I sit straight up, the date it was sent strikes me in the face like a fist.

June 27, 2193.

I repeat the date in my mind, counting how many days have passed since then.

I breathe harshly, my throat clogs, tears fall even more.

June 27, 2193.

June 27, 2193.

I repeat it again and again. That can’t be right.

June 27, 2193 was 2 years and 47 days ago.

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204 words. =) Hope you like it. 

abrielle lindsay