Dear Charlie, Part 2

Fiction By Erin // 3/29/2010

 

Charlie,
 
            You asked me to write, and I said I would. Regrettably, I must begin on a rather somber note; though I would like to make you laugh in such a dark place.
            Well, here I go! I have missed you greatly in your short absence. It’s very odd not to have your company. I wish you to return now, but alas, you can’t heed my wishes. Now that my pointless whining is over, might I ask how you fare? How is the base? Is it horrid, or like a safe haven? Are the soldiers as cold as they seemed when they came out to retrieve you? Has the King come to check upon you all? He should, the fool. But you know my views on the King, so I will not trouble you any further on that subject.
            At home things are relatively normal—except for your not being here, of course. Your mother is managing herself well. I have been visiting daily, as promised. Granted, she does seem a tad distracted, but otherwise she is remaining to be the strong lady I know.
            Poor Essie is terribly concerned for me. She seems to have this idea that I am going to lose my head while you’re gone. I have told her I’m fine, but she still is keeping an especially close eye on me. I suppose I shouldn’t complain, at least she cares. She wishes you well, by the way! Aunt Lavinia wants me to distance myself from you, for my independence, I suppose? That woman can be so foul at times! My apologies, I shouldn’t be so blunt.
            As a last note, Gregory has been regularly visiting with your mother also. Finally, he is spending some time with someone closer to his age.
            Please write back quickly, and I want answers!
            Make sure you’re in one piece, or you aren’t supposed to write to me.    
 
Count your fingers,
 
Brenley 
 
 
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Dear Brenley,
 
            You should have seen the captain when I received your letter (he personally delivered it to me—an honor, of course). He looked positively disgusted at my giddiness. You would have laughed. I turned bright red (possibly pink. Anyhow, it didn’t help my masculinity by any means) instead, and took the letter to celebrate my excitement in private. Does that say that I miss you too?
            In regard to your questions, I haven’t been able to do much yet. They are mostly trying to “toughen me up” to army life. The food (excuse my whiny complaints, if you will) is dull and horrible. I strongly believe that my mother spoiled me too much with her delightful cooking.
            The base is all one color to me—grey. The only color comes from the blood red coats of the soldiers, and they (should I be saying we?) don’t wear those in combat. I have no idea why we own them, but I suppose the King wanted us to be fashionable for any parades or celebrations we attend? Sometimes, the minds of people confuse me.
            There are men coming into the hospital tent every second, it seems. Many of them have missing limbs. I may not be able to write to you after I enter the battlefield, as I may not be in one piece after all!
            So, the base isn’t horrid, but it is far from a safe haven. I might change my mind after I am equipped to fight.
            The soldiers who retrieved me were very formal and stiff, but I think that’s because they were newcomers as I am, and were still adjusting. But the actual soldiers who have been here for years and fight are kind and funny. Well, excepting the captain, who (I hope he doesn’t read this) is actually rather amusing with his overly-serious antics.
            No, the King has not come to check upon us. I am not sure if he ever will.
            I am glad that Mother has a companion, and I am glad that she is fairing well. Tell her I am doing fine, and I am desperately missing her ham and pecan pie.
            Overall I am excited. These barbarians need to be thwarted, or they will destroy us all.
            On that gleeful note, I say goodbye. Tell Esther that, despite your loose notches, you have my full confidence that you will stay sane. I would go mad if you didn’t write, so please, excuse me, but I beg you not to follow Mrs. Brown’s advice.
 
I have counted my fingers, Brenley, and I still have all ten. Write back!
 
Charlie

Comments

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I'm a little confused.  Is this guy her brother, or cousin, or friend, or boyfriend, or what?

Also, when used as a verb, it's spelled 'fare', not 'fair'.

Bridget | Mon, 03/29/2010

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya

:0) Funny and interesting

:0) Funny and interesting

Heather | Mon, 03/29/2010

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And now our hearts will beat in time/You say I am yours and you are mine...
Michelle Tumes, "There Goes My Love"

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This is so cute. Thumbs up!

Clare | Mon, 03/29/2010

Thanks everyone!  Bridget:

Thanks everyone! 

Bridget: Thanks for pointing the fair/fare thing out! I'll fix that. Charlie is Brenley's childhood friend. Can you tell that I love childhood friendships? ;-P 

Heather: I appreciate it, especially coming from an experienced authoress like yourself :-D

Clare: Thanks! I'm having a blast writing it.

Erin | Mon, 03/29/2010

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

Childhood friendships are

Childhood friendships are good things.

Bridget | Mon, 03/29/2010

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya

Haha, agreed :-D

Haha, agreed :-D

Erin | Mon, 03/29/2010

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

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