Prompts courtesy of Cake.shortandsweet’s Wednesday Write In. I think I managed to at least brush up against each of the five prompts. Follow the link to see the challenge and to read a bunch of other great stories.
Dzinski dropped the letter into the ashtray and watched the corners and edges curl up as the flames ate up the paper. Burning it couldn’t erase the words he read, but the memory would erode eventually. He thought of waves lapping softly at a beach, dragging mouthfuls of sand out into the ocean. Dzinski pulled the bottom drawer open, grabbed the fifth and scowled. He spun the top and watched it bounce across the desk and down onto the floor.
He took a long drink. He knew she sent it before seeing her handwriting. The envelope was pregnant with her smell, cloves and lemons and desperation. The final line of the letter flashed like a neon sign on a dark night.
“I know you left so much of yourself back at the front,” she wrote. “But you need to move on. The war was awful. But we found each other. Please say you’ll come, and that it will be like it was.”
He rolled the idea and whiskey on his tongue.