There's a team set to stop the apocalypse. Written in a few miniature letters and a couple of transcripts.
I found the meat of this hidden in my documents--maybe from last year?--and decided to make it a short story because it was interesting.
There's some minor swearing.
Three families, three friendships, three kids, three months, six adults, one cabin. Five years ago three families moved to three different states, the Carson’s went to Iowa, the Jackson’s went to North Carolina, and the Aarons when to California, the families vowed they wouldn’t lose touch but one day led…
(the beginnings of a possible story)
it seems as though her life is turned upside down, and the only thing she holds on to are the daily letters that arrive in the mail from her father, who died just a few weeks ago.
This poem was inspired in a neighbor of mine, who lives alone and which seems without any relatives. We often we were in the building to pick up our mail for. What I intent to express in this poem is the Hope.