The Dare part 2
The DareThe letter came in the mail, a small, neatly hand-addressed envelope, almost hidden amongst the junk mail and bills that makes up 95% of what I get. There was no return address but the postmark was local. I get so few real letters now, what with Facebook and emails, that it was the first piece I opened. How many people can identify the instant their life turned in a new direction? I can. It was the moment I opened that letter. “Dear Claudia.While we’ve met, you don’t know me. But...
Exhibitionism