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Fiction: Family Way — Letter Home (271 words)

Dear Avery,

Well, this is it.  I’m sending you this email to celebrate (complain?) that it is officially the longest you and I have ever been apart.  Well, mostly I’m sending you this email because you aren’t answering your damn phone—but I guess since you have a three year old and husband at home I’ll cut you some slack.  But, if you aren’t answering your phone when your only sister calls, and you aren’t dealing with Arthur or Bradley, I want you know I am very offended and I expect a full apology.

So yeah, this is it.  Eight days and four hours apart.  Strange, isn’t it—to think of that?  I miss you more than I thought I would—and at the same time less.  I know that makes no sense, but really you should be used to that from me by now.  Walking contradiction and all that.  But, I am glad I came here.  I’ve only been working for five days, and this internship has already taught me more than I could have ever hoped to learn.  Can you imagine where I’ll be when I finish all twelve weeks?  I’ll be unstoppable, A, and isn’t that just a terrifying thought.  Quake in your boots.  Go on, quake.

Anyway, I just wanted to say I love you, and please pass my love on to Bradley and especially Arthur.  Let them know that I miss them too.  But also tell them to enjoy the relative stillness—because when I come home I plan on causing all kinds of havoc.

Oh yeah. One more thing.  When your sister calls—Answer Your Damned Phone.

All my love,

Marta.

 
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Posted by on June 17, 2015 in Avery and Marta

 

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Birthdays (100 words)

My birthday falls weird this year.  Half way across the world, the actual moment of my birth falls on a different day.  When my friends take me out to dinner, my family won’t even think of it as my birthday yet.  When my mother relieves that afternoon visit to the hospital, I’ll already be tucked into bed, my day over, ready to face the next three hundred and sixty-four days until I’m another year older.  Does that make me older or younger than I think I am?

 

Time is never more relative then on a birthday fourteen timezones from home.

 
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Posted by on June 23, 2014 in BekahBeth's Thoughts

 

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