Words in Deep Blue

by Cath Crowley

‘I can’t do this anymore, Amy. I can’t have you leave and come back, leave and come back.’ ‘So I won’t leave anymore,’ she says. ‘I’m sure this time.’

I describe him on the beach, in Mum’s floppy hat and huge sunglasses, writing a letter.

Dear George, It’s the start of March; the end of summer, but it’s still warm. Not a lot of time left to swim. I’m on the beach with my mum and my sister. My sister is Rachel Sweetie. I’m Cal Sweetie. Yep. The tall, skinny, goofy guy you’ve known pretty much all your life. Are you disappointed? I understand if you’re disappointed. I really hope you’re not disappointed. I think we should at least go out on a date. One date. That way, you can see if you like me in person. I’m about to go for a swim. And then I’m going to mail this letter to Howling Books. My friend Tim was putting the letters in the books for me, but he’s moved away. So if you want to write back, send the letter to 11 Marine Parade, Sea Ridge 9873. Love, Cal