Stories for Homes 2 - The story behind the stories: 256 anonymised submissions, all on the theme of 'Home'. 55 stories chosen (with great difficulty!) for the anthology. An...
3 hours ago
You are probably still mad at me after all these years, and you probably have a right to be. I have an explanation for my actions, but it would probably just open up old wounds. If it were possible to make it up to you, I would, but I'm more worried about you now. I don't understand what is happening. All the pictures I have of you have changed. You have been replaced by a naked woman. I don't understand. My favourite picture of the two of us! It's gone! I didn't realize how much it meant to me. I can't help crying as I write this. Please tell me what is going on.
If I knew what to tell you, I would. The same thing has happened here – everywhere that I know of. Look at our yearbook. My college yearbook is even more hilarious, but that is beside the point. It isn't the only thing that is happening, and I'm not sure I want to tell too many people about it yet. Karen knows, obviously, and I think her mother, too, but they are the only ones – and Karen is the only one with eyewitness proof of the phenomenon.
Don't worry about what happened 30 years ago. It can't be changed.
All the best,
I had a look at our yearbook, and you are right. Some those pictures are pretty funny looking, especially the marching band one – a naked girl playing trombone and dancing in the front row! Do you remember what you wrote to me on the back of the front cover? It's different. Not what you said, but your handwriting. How can I sat this discreetly? It looks like a girl's handwriting.
Is that what you meant about other things? Please tell me. I won't judge you and won't tell a soul.
I don't know what to say about the handwriting. I hadn't noticed, but I can't say I'm that surprised by anything now. Yes, that picture is a hoot!
It's late, and I'm too tired to explain now. I promise I'll write over the weekend if things haven't righted themselves.