Snail mail

The old memories were dragged up when the postman arrived with a twenty three year old letter. They had opened a decommissioned post box last week and found some letters that should have been delivered in 1990. Yesterday, one had finally ended up on my doorstep.

I picked up the post and went back into the house just as the kettle boiled. I threw the letters onto the table and waited for the tea to brew. My thoughts drifted back to happier times.
 
Ralph and I had always been close. Twins a...