I've not written in this kind of capacity for quite some time, so I apologize for how shaky and rough this thing is gonna be. Truth be told, I have the premise in mind, but unlike real writers, this will pretty much be written here. Meaning I haven't worked it out in advance. Just a couple of cans of Hurricane, inspirational music, and trees.
And a big dash of real life.
Yesterday when I went to my job between jobs, I discovered this pile of papers at what's effectively my desk. What this means is that whoever sat there previously doesn't work there anymore.
I was looking for some information, when I came across this long letter. The author of the letter was a girl, the handwriting is kind of hard to read.
But the letter broke my heart.
It reads out like part suicide note, part revival, part desperation.
Whoever wrote it has a strong addiction to heroin.
So in the next few posts will be a short story. We'll see where it goes.