Dear Mr. Sapphire

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A letter to a dear friend

“Dear Mr. Sapphire,

You may not know who I am, but I have been watching you for some quite some time now. I am merely a silent observer in the shadows of a diamond city that has not known retribution for as long as I can remember. Its uncut whiskers blossom with the drips of golden residue and ruby remains. It is empowered by the greed of monuments and merciless in the face of corner stores. Fret not about my identity.  Fret not about my wishes, my life, or my dreams. A commodity is not permitted such freedoms. A commodity is not squandered by the sights of men who possess the ability to quench the desire for power. A commodity cannot think this way, or else he is no longer a commodity; he becomes a liability. Am I a liability Mr. Sapphire? Not in the slightest. Not since the scuffled boy sat down to play a game of checkers when in fact it was chess. Not since the wishbone was pulled in the wrong direction one too many times. I am your biggest fan Mr. Sapphire. Never before have I seen a conscious mind whisk away the oblique opportunities to orchestrate the future, similar to a way a blind man will hit the snooze in the orange mist. A poetic form of injustice is poetic nonetheless. It must be praised. It must be learned. It must be understood. I am your biggest fan Mr. Sapphire and you are my untold mentor. Fret not about the whispers that harass you when you walk. They stem only from the undesirables that fail to abide by the contracts they signed. A signature inked by conception, and dried by birth. The covenant that dictates those who choose to learn their first words and take their first steps. They are to blame for their incompetence. We do not bleed through similar veins, Mr. Sapphire. This is why you avoid us. This is why you nurture us with absence. This is why we linger on the brink of death, whereas you turn golden in the valley of light. And what to do we do to repay you? We rally against your success and criticize your efforts to empower us. As if you owed us anything to begin with. I hope you get a chance to read this letter Mr. Sapphire. I hope you heed my warning to never change. The world needs more men like you to keep us in check. We need you to be the gold that is hung by a rope in front of a treadmill. Don’t ever change Mr. Sapphire. The world can’t afford to share your spoils. And you can’t afford to take notice of them.

  • Sincerely yours, Your biggest fan.


Submitted: November 02, 2014

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