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Dear Mike

by M. Close 

Posted: 29 October 2010
Word Count: 430
Summary: For the Dear "your name here" challenge


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Dear Mike,
As I write this, it has been over two weeks since I crashed here. By now you should have figured out I was not on the plane. No telling how long you waited for me to come down the stairs to baggage claim. I'm sooo sorry. Well, I missed my original flight because I overslept and then traffic to the airport was a complete disaster ( I know you always say go early to avoid these things), but.....well.....anyway, I missed it and didn't want to have to tell you. So I scrambled around and found a smallish charter service that said they could get me there only a half hour late. So I booked it and boarded a small sleek jet and off I went feeling really good about myself, and looking forward to seeing you soon.

I don't know what happened, but one minute we were cruising along at a nice clip, big puffy clouds passing by below, brilliant blue sky above. The next minute, I felt weightless and we began to drop towards the clouds, then, through the clouds, then, all I could see was ocean coming up too fast. I got really scared and started screaming along with the other few passengers on board. We all knew we were going down and this would be the end.

Still not sure how or why, but I washed up on what I think is an island. I was pretty banged up and hurt badly, but time, and luck have allowed me to survive and get well enough to write this to you so you would know what happened to me. I can't walk very far, yet, but I washed up near a small stream with lots of banana and papaya fruit growing near by. There are also coconuts, but they are hard to open. So I do have food to eat, for now. I'm sure I look like a mess. I haven't been able to brush my hair in weeks, but my tan is nice. My clothes are tattered and shredded and not much use anyway as I am alone as far as I know.

I'm sticking this note in a bottle and sending it out with the next tide. I hope it finds its way to you soon so you don't worry about me.
love,
Roxie

P.S. That was really just a bunch of crap. I ran off with Irwin, the accountant from down the hall three weeks ago. He has always been so nice to me, and he accepts me just the way I am.






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tusker at 15:19 on 30 October 2010  Report this post
Great Mike.

I got fooled until the end. Loved it. Made me laugh.

Jennifer

Desormais at 18:16 on 30 October 2010  Report this post
I'm sure I posted on this work yesterday, but it doesn't seem to be there. That's happened a couple of times recently.

But anyway, great flash. Loved the girly chatty style of the letter. And a nice crisp ending, in a slightly more acerbic tone. Enjoyed reading it.

Sandra

CharlieMac at 16:09 on 31 October 2010  Report this post
Oooh, so cruel! I got quite sucked in to the whole dessert island story - what a sharp end for you Mike. I hope this letter wasn't based on fact??

A fun read, thanks for posting!

Charlotte

M. Close at 16:34 on 31 October 2010  Report this post
Thank you all for the kind comments. Nope, not based on any facts in my life.....but feel free to use it in yours, should the need ever arise


Mike


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