I don’t really know why I wrote these nor wrote them the way they are. These are letters from both the past and present from a man to his wife as they are separated by space and circumstance. Though they appear in different points in history, they are the same people. The lovers, their sons and an old, trouble-making man named Donovan are bound to each other and to live each life in the same roles.
This morning’s sun found it’s way through that little hole in the shade your brother made last Christmas and blinded me awake long enough to hear the boy on the corner hawking his rag with shouts of war. I went down to see what the fuss was about and flipped him a nickel for the pleasure. We got the news 2 days ago about Germany and Poland but now I see France is joining in. I don’t care how much moolah Donavan is raking in from the Toulouse shows, he needs to pull up stakes and get the whole caravan to make tracks or he’s going to hear it from me. You know what a pill I can be when it comes to you. Continue reading →
I sit this morn by the cairn at Grumbeg, looking out over the loch as if the words I need should arrive by sail. The sun has just breached the cleft in the hills and it’s beams alight on a day full of so many promises, both the best and worst. These are promises I feel God intends to keep by nightfall. Continue reading →
We’ve arrived at Jaldor5 just in time to see one moon rise as one set, all bathed in a slightly blue tint by the closest star. It was quite an experience, especially considering it was the first thing my eyes took in after seeing nothing but the inside of the ship for 8 months. The only thing that was missing was you. I put my hand out and pretended I could feel the familiar softness of your skin there warming my palms. I envisioned you there beside me and did not dare turn my head as I did not want to break the illusion of your company at that moment. Illusions can be dangerous out here, but my smoke and mirrors keep me going when it comes to thoughts of you. I would have taken a shot with my helmcam but the beacon was damaged on atmospheric entry. Expect a quanti-beam of our surroundings once that is functional. Continue reading →
We just made landfall for the first and last time today. Despite the fire not yet being built, I gladly avail myself of this opportunity to make this inscription as these dispatches and the words they contain are the last remaining link to you, though there shall be hell to pay should the Sergeant be made aware of my transgression. I consider this an equitable trade for the chance at capturing my thoughts in a timely manner. Continue reading →