Post by Leanora Crowe on Feb 7, 2011 15:22:10 GMT -5
Lemony Snicket stared blankly through the window of his small home, waiting for the postman to come with his treasures. He was waiting for an important letter from an associate of his. He tried to stay focused on the article he was writing for The Daily Punctilio, but his mind kept wandering. Beatrice, her beautiful name echoed in his mind as pictures of her floated just out of his reach. Memories. Memories, bitter as horseradish, consumed him as he fought to regain his concentration.
Just then, as if to save him from his musings, the little square truck could be seen making stops along his road. It would be to his house soon. Lemony stood from his seat and went to the door, watching through its small window as the truck finally made its way to his mailbox. He stood there until he saw the truck drive around the corner out of sight. Then, with as much grace as he could muster, he flung the door wide open and hastened down his driveway to his mailbox.
When he opened his mailbox, he found three documents inside. The first one was the electricity bill, so he stuffed it into his pocket. The second, to his surprise, had the name Olaf in the top left corner. Without bothering to read the rest of the envelope, he tore it open and pulled out the enclosed letter. He stuck the last envelope in his pocket to read later as he began to read the letter from Olaf.
Hello, inamorata. It’s been a long time. I know it’s mostly my own fault that we haven’t seen eachother in awhile, but I’ve been busy. I have a lot of responsibility, you know. It’s not like it’s bothered you much anyway. I know you too well, beloved. You have better things to worry about than us. Love always comes in second to your VFD duties. Well, so be it. If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get. I wanted to write you this letter to say goodbye, dearest. Goodbye to love. Goodbye to happiness. Goodbye to everything else that you ever were to me. I’ll miss you, sweetheart. But I promise you one thing: I will kiss you again someday. One last time. That’s one thing you can count on.
-Olaf
Lemony tried hard not to laugh. It was just like Olaf to play a crude joke like this. He stuck the letter back into the envelope, and as he did so, he saw who the letter was actually addressed to. And it wasn’t him.
Kit Snicket, the envelope said. Lemony stared at it in disbelief. In that moment, to his horror, he realized that there was no way that the letter was a joke. It was very, very real. He slowly, carefully slipped the letter back out and read over it again. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing with his own eyes. Why has she never told me? he kept thinking to himself. But it was obvious. She thought he would have gotten angry if he knew. And she was probably right.
He walked back into his house in silence. He didn’t even think about the letter he had been so anxious to read earlier. There was only one thing he could do. Dazed, he picked up the phone and dialed Kit’s number. He secretly hoped she wouldn’t be home, but almost immediately he heard her calm voice, “Hello?”
“Kit? This is Lemony,” he muttered, trying to sound calmer than he felt, trying to purge the chaos from his mind.
“Hello, Lemony,” she said. He could tell from her tone that she already knew something was wrong. “How are you?”
“Well, I...I accidentally got a piece of mail addressed to you. I was wondering if you could come pick it up.”
“So what’s wrong?”
He sighed. She could read him so well. “I didn’t see your name on it at first, and I read it. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, goodness, Lemony. That’s all right. It was an honest mistake,” her voice was gentle and happy, but it also had a slight edge to it as she added, “Who was it from?”
“I think you’d better just come get it.”
“Oh, I understand,” she said. She must have thought it was something confidential for VFD because her voice was completely calm again.
“When can you come to visit?”
“I’ll come on over right now. I’m not doing anything important.”
“Sounds wonderful,” Lemony replied, finally letting his voice show his melancholy mood, “See you soon.”
Just then, as if to save him from his musings, the little square truck could be seen making stops along his road. It would be to his house soon. Lemony stood from his seat and went to the door, watching through its small window as the truck finally made its way to his mailbox. He stood there until he saw the truck drive around the corner out of sight. Then, with as much grace as he could muster, he flung the door wide open and hastened down his driveway to his mailbox.
When he opened his mailbox, he found three documents inside. The first one was the electricity bill, so he stuffed it into his pocket. The second, to his surprise, had the name Olaf in the top left corner. Without bothering to read the rest of the envelope, he tore it open and pulled out the enclosed letter. He stuck the last envelope in his pocket to read later as he began to read the letter from Olaf.
Hello, inamorata. It’s been a long time. I know it’s mostly my own fault that we haven’t seen eachother in awhile, but I’ve been busy. I have a lot of responsibility, you know. It’s not like it’s bothered you much anyway. I know you too well, beloved. You have better things to worry about than us. Love always comes in second to your VFD duties. Well, so be it. If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get. I wanted to write you this letter to say goodbye, dearest. Goodbye to love. Goodbye to happiness. Goodbye to everything else that you ever were to me. I’ll miss you, sweetheart. But I promise you one thing: I will kiss you again someday. One last time. That’s one thing you can count on.
-Olaf
Lemony tried hard not to laugh. It was just like Olaf to play a crude joke like this. He stuck the letter back into the envelope, and as he did so, he saw who the letter was actually addressed to. And it wasn’t him.
Kit Snicket, the envelope said. Lemony stared at it in disbelief. In that moment, to his horror, he realized that there was no way that the letter was a joke. It was very, very real. He slowly, carefully slipped the letter back out and read over it again. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing with his own eyes. Why has she never told me? he kept thinking to himself. But it was obvious. She thought he would have gotten angry if he knew. And she was probably right.
He walked back into his house in silence. He didn’t even think about the letter he had been so anxious to read earlier. There was only one thing he could do. Dazed, he picked up the phone and dialed Kit’s number. He secretly hoped she wouldn’t be home, but almost immediately he heard her calm voice, “Hello?”
“Kit? This is Lemony,” he muttered, trying to sound calmer than he felt, trying to purge the chaos from his mind.
“Hello, Lemony,” she said. He could tell from her tone that she already knew something was wrong. “How are you?”
“Well, I...I accidentally got a piece of mail addressed to you. I was wondering if you could come pick it up.”
“So what’s wrong?”
He sighed. She could read him so well. “I didn’t see your name on it at first, and I read it. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, goodness, Lemony. That’s all right. It was an honest mistake,” her voice was gentle and happy, but it also had a slight edge to it as she added, “Who was it from?”
“I think you’d better just come get it.”
“Oh, I understand,” she said. She must have thought it was something confidential for VFD because her voice was completely calm again.
“When can you come to visit?”
“I’ll come on over right now. I’m not doing anything important.”
“Sounds wonderful,” Lemony replied, finally letting his voice show his melancholy mood, “See you soon.”