Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Writers Notebook #6

Now I'll write like i'm a boy from the victorian era!

Dear Mother,

It so pains and embarrassed me to write this letter to you.

I know how disappointed you will be with me, but must tell you at any rate.

I seem to have found myself in jail...

Now, before you become completely furious, please, allow me to explain!

I had just arrived in London's port, when Ed found me.

He was so very excited, and he had a few chaps with him.

He convinced me into going out to drink with him.

I know, I know, I should have said no...But, He was the only person I was familiar with here.

I didn't want to be rude.

So, a few forced glasses later I had found myself in an arm wrestling match with the biggest fellow you could think of.

It was much like David and Goliath.

I will say that I had a magnificent victory, but, my large friend didn't exactly see it that way.

Well, to be curt. I got into a rather tedious fight with him and well, here I am.

Bloodied and bruised...

I do so apologize, mother.

I love you,

Your son,

Alexander.


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