The sequel to Sonya’s Three Line Tale.
Photo ©Kirsty TG
The road was empty again; the silent horseman a memory of dark mist and the gentle waving of tree branches.
With trembling finger I traced the familiar handwriting before easing open the envelope and unfolding the sheaf of close-written pages.
By the light of the moon, through a blur of tears, I read some of the lifetime of words of tenderness he would have told me, he said, had he not drowned so far away, when our dream was still a fledgling that would never spread its wings and fly.
Awwww. Sad romance.
I love the idea of the spirit messenger on horseback who delivers letters from the dead. Or perhaps it’s all a dream.
Perhaps. I’m open minded about spirits, dead or otherwise. As long as it makes a good story 🙂
the idea of a horsman is great, I loved this story 😊
Thank you! We never had the pony express over here, so the horseman on the mailbox seems more romantic than practical 🙂
Very interesting. An even bigger mystery 🙂
You’ll have to write your own backstory to this one 🙂