By John Holmes
It had become a game.
One played out in absolute silence.
A game without rules.
Every morning, I wrote a note and placed it deep in his lunch box.
A thought, an idea, or a question.
I never missed a day.
He never acknowledged or commented.
I never asked, though I often wondered why.
On my thirtieth birthday, he quietly handed me a beautifully wrapped gift.
A scrapbook, containing every note I’d written to him.
Underneath each one, his inspired responses.
Sketches, poems, quotes, and lines of love.
It had been a game.
His voiceless tactics produced a match winning masterpiece.
That is so beautiful and I loved the last line!
Thanks – it was also lovely to write a ‘happy’ 101.
Beautiful
Thanks – very happy that you enjoyed reading it.
I enjoyed the story, especially the denouement.
Thanks Derek.
An absolute joy to read this beautiful, short story, and what a perfect last line!
Thanks Geja. Very pleased that you enjoyed it. It was fun to write.
A well written story with a beautiful sentiment.
Thank you.
That was beautiful. Thank you.
Thanks.
A true love story. So uplifting.
But, unfortunately not a true story. Almost.
So wonderful! What an enjoyable story, thank you!
Thanks for the encouraging comment.
Beautiful! Though I’d say the speaker was the real hero of the story… writing and sending notes for all those years without any encouragement or reciprocity.
Hero – great word.
I think you structure opens up new possibilities for the genre.
Fascinating comment – thanks.
Aww, I hope my kids enjoyed their lunch notes as much as I like writing them. This was inspiring 🙂
Keep doing it – you never know.
Lovely story – well done.
Thank you.
a breathtaking short – thanks
Thanks – fun to write.
Another good read. Thank you for your match winning story.
Thanks for your team support.