The Death Letter ch. 3

back tracking...............1

I walked into the office, running errands for everyone, a coffee here, papers to be filed there. The mayor was out sick so I was doing twice as much work as usual. My desk was full of papers, billowing out of the drawer and all over the floor. I picked up my basket and dumped the paper in so I could answer the phone. The day went on with me answering the phone constantly being hauled away to do errands for the other people in the office. Thankfully it was Friday, so I decided to go to the beach and try and write a chapter in my book.2

I hopped into my red convertible with the top off, threw my suit case in the back seat. The key went into the ignition, the soft purr of the car was so comforting to my ears. I put the car into reverse. Driving down the road, the wind through my hair, flowing freely. I turn on the radio and here my favorite song - "Even white boys got to shout, Baby Got Back." I start rapping, bumpin in my car. The light turns red, the guy in the car next to mine opens the window and yells out "hey there sexay, how bout givin papa a go at it in the bed tonight" Thank God the light turned green at that moment. I pulled into the beach parking lot. It was deserted. Oh well, I thought, more room for me. I slipped into my skimpy purple string bikini. Laid out my towel on the beach and opened up my book to page fifty-eight. I picked up my pen and wrote, *Chapter Seven*. My story flowed from there about a little girl named Abby who cut her wrists. Her mother died when she was three and her father ignores her. The kids at school hate her and make fun of her, so she cuts her wrists to calm her nerves and free her of her anxiety.3

I finished writing the chapter, closed my book, and returned it and the pen to my beach bag. I stood up, folded my towel and put it in my bag. I slipped on my pants and my shirt then walked to my car. It was getting dark so I decided to pull up the hood of my car. I got in and turned on the car. The car made a weird noise so I removed the key and tried again, this time it would turn on...."damn son of a bitch" I screamed. I picked up my bag and decided to walk home, I only lived down the street. The street was pretty dark, the street lights were pretty far apart, but I managed. It took me two hours to walk home from the beach.4

I was exhausted so I put on my pj's and jumped into bed to watch so TV. I felt something next to me move. I shrieked and ran down to the kitchen. I located my big wooden broom and went back upstairs. I poked the lump in my bed. It was on chris' side of the bed, how dare it!? I removed the blanket and to my amazement I saw Chris.5

"Chris," I screamed, "What are you doing here?" The lump stirred and slowly rose. The familiar touch of his finger tips grasping my hips, the warmth of his arms, the safety of his arms, all soothed my spirit. His warm lips, touched mine, a kiss so long forgotten.6

He whispered " I love you! SO do you like my surprise? I thought you might be happy with me showing up for your birthday." O my goodness, in all the excitement I had forgotten it was my birthday. He gave me my gift, it was a ring from Tiffany's. 7

I said "Thank you, but we have to talk." I braced myself for the longest conversation to ever happen in my life.8

To be continued...................later.................9