All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Cursive
October 29, 2021
If you open this letter, tell my son I love him.
Tell him I will love him day and night, present and future. Tell him I will love him even when there is no me to love him and no him to be loved. I don’t know what’s happening, and I don’t know what will happen, but I want him to know how much I care for him. Please tell him.
Your frostbitten hands fumble with the letter as you scan the flowery handwriting. You wish you could do what it had instructed, but you’re cold, and paper burns well.
© Grace J., Houghton, New York
Similar Articles
Previous Next
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.
A 100-word story about handwriting (nearly indecipherable) and hands (should probably be warmed up)