I use to think that everywhere and everybody were generally the same; I realize now that I couldn’t have been farther from the truth. It was early summer in Illinois, the sticky heat had not yet arrived and I still had the fresh feeling of awe...
This is a rewrite of a story i posted previously, titled "A Letter Home." this is still an unfinished piece, critiques are welcome!...
My dear Kate,
I know you have a lot of questions. Please understand that this letter is the best I can do. I am sticking my neck out, but I couldn’t bear to let you think that I skipped out on you and Sarah....