Dearest Girl

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Something nice? Full of Sugar and Spice?
Something nice? Full of Sugar and Spice?

Friday is here, another #quickfic competition to not win…


“Come on. You’ve got to explain why.” Lucy said as she scribbled out some of her own reasons. “They’ve got to know.”

I skimmed over the next postcard.

“Dearest girls.” It said. “Sorry we couldn’t make your birthday, but the trains from La Rochelle are hardly reliable and your mother and I thought it best if we stayed away.”

“They’ll know why.” I said.

“No they won’t. They’ll just think we’re too immature to deal with it. You need to write a proper letter.” Lucy had written almost a whole page, full of crossings out and confused sentences.

“We only need one. Yours will be enough.”

The next postcard was from London. A picture of Big Ben thrusting into a grey sky.

“Dearest girls. We’re staying at the Dorchester for the next few weeks. If you need anything ask Jarvis and he’ll sort something out.”

I snorted. “Dearest girls” was at the beginning of every postcard.

“I feel woozy.” Lucy said.

“Me too.” I lied.

Lucy’s head dropped onto her letter and some drool leaked from her mouth.

I watched as her breath slowed and then finally stopped. Then I collected the pills up from under the bed, the ones I’d pretended to take, and flushed them down the toilet.

Hopefully this would get his attention.

Hopefully he’d realise that I was his dearest girl.


The winners are here: Pre Cards and The Getaway


2 thoughts on “Dearest Girl

    curtisbausse said:
    June 12, 2015 at 3:17 pm

    Not quite as good as the winner perhaps, but better than the runner-up. Unfair!

    Bridget Yates said:
    June 12, 2015 at 5:13 pm

    Oooooooooooooh – creepy, didn’t expect that!

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