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Dear Charles

[Last night as I lay in bed, the thought of movies came to my mind, and I thought about all the little effects they have to devise and place to make the various settings seem authentic. One such effect is old letters and notebooks they always show, and in order to be believable, they're at least so careful as to not have chicken-scratch on paper. The vigilant movie-goer will catch that and be dissuaded.

So, I thought, what do those effects' creators write in those letters? To find out I decided to write one completely impromptu, keeping in mind that if it were in a movie, it would probably be featured for all of 2 seconds, where you would be able to catch maybe one or two sentences at the most.]

Dear Charles,

How are you? Joanna says hi and asks “How the fuck are you? It’s been so long! Come see us!!”

Now that that’s out of the way, again, how are you? Have you spoken or seen him recently? I don’t know when or even if we’ll ever get to talk again because, if you don’t already know, I’m in my fourth month. I guess that means it’s been at least six months since we last spoke. I don’t know where the time went.

Has he said anything about me? Does he know about it? It’s really awkward to say this, but we can’t pretend it didn’t happen. There wasn’t even any alcohol or anything else! I don’t know what you said to me or what was said or what happened afterwards. It’s all a haze (probably because I’m making it so).

Anyway, I don’t know if it’s yours or his. I didn’t mean for this to happen, no one did. I guess I got in the way of your friendship and for that I’m sorry, but I’m not entirely suffering-free either. My whole life’s changing now thanks to a few strange weeks in the recent past.

I don’t know what else to say.


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