Writing prompt: As he flicked through …

Today’s writing prompt and my response.

As he flicked through the letters, a small, handwritten envelope caught his attention. His heart began to thump…

It was impossible.

He knew that writing but it had been twenty years since he last saw it. And he expected never to see it again. His name and address were written neatly, but in letters more spidery, less firm, than in the past.

How had it reached him? He had moved here – yet another move – from the other side of the country less than two m...