Gone
admin — Thu, 08/13/2009 - 18:58
Mrs. Jane,
I like that it is snowing again, even if the wind feels lonely and the city is too quiet. People are acting like they just woke up, and talking about riots and the news is mentioning a crime spree. Starting with you being killed. They keep using different names for you, and showing your picture over and over again from different angles. No one admits that it is just you, over and over again.
But you weren’t dead and aren’t dead now. I’ve got the key that the tall man traded me for the wedding ring. It was my mother’s, but you know that.
My dad is still gone, but the city says they’ve found a relative of mine. An aunt, and I think I remember her. She says she’s sending a picture to help remind me. I won’t tell her about anything, because I think you want what’s a secret to stay that way. I’ll hold on to the key until they bury me, and if Jesus himself asks for it, I’ll say I don’t know what he’s talking about.
Sincerely,
Ed Freedman