Author: Poe1554 PM
A desolate woman writes to her husband during the world's most feared apocolyse. But not even her husband can answer all of her questions. How will she survive in the dark? She may find out that she is not alone. LAST CHAPTER. R&R's much appreciated.Rated: Fiction T - English - Spiritual/Horror - Chapters: 26 - Words: 7,962 - Reviews: 46 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 12-07-11 - Published: 10-28-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2965258
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Thank you ever so much for responding back. I know times have been, well, not easy, but we will pull through. I can't lie; the red river and toxic air are starting to nag at my innards. No matter how much blood I see, I still think of you, of what you said.
"It's going to be all right, love. They'll lose their appetite eventually."
That piece of hope still ensnares me. I do hope you are doing well, though. Everything is growing darker day by day. We are prohibited to go outside anymore. Too dangerous. But I still sneak my way to the mailbox. For you. After awhile I stopped receiving letters from you. No worry, I still have managed to find communication with you.
Even though your stamps are proving to be heavily outdated, I still anticipate that rusted orchid on the top right hand corner of your envelopes. The orchid helps me know that there was a past before all this tragedy. Your stamps, delivered with your message, paints more hope into my doubting brain of hunger and peril.
Darling, I can't lie, I'm growing more frightened every day. All the moaning coming from outside of our windows, I don't dare look out. Last time I stole a glance I saw… it shouldn't even be uttered. I witnessed a baby's corpse being dragged by his mother who was limping severely and vomiting so many fluids. Everyone else is scared here too. But I keep reminding them, "They'll lose their appetite eventually."
Darling, when is eventually?
With great love throughout all the grey in this damned world,