Three Line Tales: A letter

For Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge, this week’s photo was certainly a challenge for me.

Photo ©Kirsty TG


I had to keep pulling up this pic to stare at it before I had any idea what I was going to write about. This is what I came up with eventually.

The cast iron mailbox stood at the edge of a lonely road that ran through a wild meadow where nobody walked, except I, who wandered through the long grasses to pick bouquets of flowers.

I strayed there one night, love sick and sad, and watched as a horseman, dark as his horse and as silent, stopped by the box and slipped a letter inside.

The white corner of the envelope stuck out, temptingly, and I tugged, turned the letter in my hands to catch the moonlight. It was addressed to me.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

16 thoughts on “Three Line Tales: A letter”

  1. Jane, you did good. I love romance, dark and delivered. I feel Wuthering Heights here, definitely. Going to re blog this.

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