Dear Caroline,
I saw you last week. I passed a wine bar and there you were drinking on the pavement. Who was that man?
You looked well, I almost didn’t recognize you.
So I decided to find you.
If you’re reading this, then I already have.
Look behind you.
Max.
Santa,
My wife left, saying I was an unmanageable child. I don’t think she’s coming back. So don’t bother turning up at my house this year. There’s nothing I want and the kids are staying with their grandmother. If you appear, I’ll probably be drunk and floor you.
Sorry,
Brian.
By the time you read this I will be gone.
Whatever they say about me, know this – I loved you without exception.
Tonight, as I cradled you and rocked you to sleep, I believed in angels.
Be a better man than I was. Spend it wisely my son.
Happy 21st.
To anyone,
I was lost and now, I pray, I’m found. To leave like this seemed my only option. Life was unbearable; there’s nothing for me here. Sorry it had to be this way. I’ll miss my few friends and family.
Goodbye.
PS. You’ll now get me on (Bognor) 867744.
Peter,
I broke the Regency mirror. Now whenever you look yourself in those insensate eyes you’ll remember how you splintered my spirit and broke my heart. I’ll take seven years bad luck and wish you a lifetime. Oh, and I crashed your car and incinerated your clothes.
(Not) Yours Stella.
50wordstories.co.uk 