Date: December 3, 1999
Dear L,
Today, the sun refused to show, hiding in the clouds, darkness covering the sky and the city. It make me feel gloomy as I open my sleepy eyes. I did not want to go to work but I had taken too many sick days. So I drag myself out of bed.
Two years. That is how long since we saw each other. The days, they flew by without a single thought of you. But today, today riding the train, you appear. I was not thinking of you but your tan face appear standing next to me, holding onto the pole as I was. I thought, how strange I should be thinking of you after so many years apart. But I remember. Your face, unchanged, same as before, smiling at me. The scar on your cheek, still there, just a little faded. I am still very sorry about that. I hope you have forgiven me as I have forgiven you. As I tried to shift my thoughts away from you, it's stubbornness keep returning to you.
It started to rain lightly, splashing onto the train windows, blurring my view of the outside. Someone stepped on my foot. I moved a little towards the doors.
I arrived to work late due to train delays in both directions but so was everyone else. I was glad I was busy today. Thoughts of you vanished as soon as I started on my work - which seem to always pile up on Fridays.
On my way home, the rain pour heavily as I got out of the train station. I still got wet even with my big black umbrella. Someone bumped into me and I fell down onto the pavement, my umbrella falling down with me. Someone helped me up and sticked my umbrella back into my hand but I was already too wet.
It's as if it wants to rain down on me. Reminded me of that song by that British guy who used to be a drummer. How does it go? "...I wish it would rain down, down on me. oh yeah, I wish it would rain on me..." I think that's how it goes. A sad song. I listened to it when I got home from work. Laying in bed with the sheets over my face. It made me cry. I remembered it was raining when you left. Not heavy or light but just the right amount to add to the sadness and the gloom. But...forget it. That was the past.
I don't want to say much for now. So I leave you with a photo that I have taken this morning. I hope your day isn't as gloomy or wet.
Isabelle
Read part 2 here.
I am still an amateur at writing but hopefully I can get better with each new piece. I welcome any critiques or criticism. 
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What a sad but wonderfully written post. I enjoyed this article very much.
my goodness.. what a beautiful way of reaching out to you.. i certainly hope you followed up on this and redeemed your friendship.....
Ah, so much mystery and poignancy. Nicely done!
What a lovely, mysterious and sad piece ... it actually poured here as I read this ... which added even more gloom
paisley - this is not a real letter, it's all make up, hope you're not disappointed by this
It is a very good piece of fiction. Well, thats how I read it...
Yes, Gautami, it is fiction.
Very nice. The things we can say in a letter, that we can't say in person are sometimes the most powerful things. This made me want to know more aobut the characters involved.
It's amazing how we can cloak our true feelings in the guise of well-written fictional prose. We place the symbols just so and send the message out to the intended, perhpas to be understood, but more likely, not. I do this frequently. Very well done.
Hi Lissa,
You have the magic in you ....
I am so interested in how someone from the past can just all of a sudden be so present. This letter really captured this, as well as being the recipient of someone else having that happen about you...
I was drawn in from the first word. Your fiction was written so well that I also thought this was a letter written to someone. That's the sign of a good writer, I'm told. Nice job. Keep up the good work.
I took the time to look around your site a bit and have to say it is very nice. I loved the Postcards From the Sky photos. Is that for a meme or do you take the pictures for enjoyment and then post them?
I also linked to two memes you have on the sidebar at Poefusion so I can take a closer look later. Thanks for everything. I have enjoyed my visit today.
Have a nice day.
Michelle, it's "Postcards from the clouds" but "Postcards from the sky" sounds good too. It is a photoblog of photos that I took. I'm learning to be a photographer.
Thanks for stopping by and leaving such encouraging comments. Thanks Michelle.
Lissa, I love this style of fiction, as a letter. I do it also at times.
Your letter felt real, great job!
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