To the Letter
Brandon picked up his pen. So far the list of things his sister didn’t allow him to talk to her about included: his children or grandchildren, his favorite hobbies, his drunk workaholic wife, his job, their father or mother, his friends, her children,, music, holidays, religion, politics, food, where he lived, the family’s history of mental illness, the Easter Bunny or Santa Claus.
Brandon moved his pen to the other side of the page, to the list of things he thought it was okay to talk to her about: The weather. His dog.
Brandon thought hard about his New Year’s Resolution. There had to be something he could talk to his sister about before the year ended and it was time to make another resolution. For years he and his sister had been so close, but then something had shifted. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was. He’d been thinking about it for four years.
He shook his head and put his pen down.
He shoveled the snow from the driveway.
As spring drew near he drank some green beer.
He planted his garden, watched the tomatoes grow, lit some firecrackers.
In August he thought of something but forgot to write it down. It never did come back into his mind.
He took his grandson trick or treating, helped Mom carve the turkey after Dad died and then sat down at his desk again, with pen in hand, just before Christmas.
I’ve had a hole in my shoe for a while now.
Hope you had a good year.
Copper Rose perforates the edges of the page while writing unusual stories from the heart of Wisconsin. Her work has appeared in various anthologies and online journals. She also understands there really is something about pie. You can connect with her at https://julieceger.wordpress.com/copper-rose-author/ and Author Copper Rose.