This is a continuation of “Central Booking;” please see previous blog post.
Marcus lowered his head and dejectedly followed Mr. Mason down the hall and into another room with a long wooden table and they sat down across from each other. As the old crusty man with thinning dark hair began rifling through his briefcase for a legal pad and pen, he rambled on in monotone about Marcus always getting into trouble and never learning his lesson.
Bob Mason’s voice started out sharp in Marcus’ ears but quickly became more of a muffled sound as it drowned into the back of his thoughts and Marcus’ eyes glazed over and he fell into a trance. He twidled his thumbs under the table as his mind drifted back to Carrie again…
Marcus hadn’t realized just how much she meant to him until she had slipped through his fingers six months ago. And, now, more than anything, he desperately wanted to retrieve the worn down handwritten letter he’d never given to her that he always kept in his wallet and read it for some sort of comfort. However, though he couldn’t get his hands on the letter now, he had taken so long to write it and read it over and over for the past six months that it was committed to his memory.
It had read: “Carrie, I have so many things to say to you that I have no idea where to start. Every time I am around you, I am blindsided by your beauty and amazed by your sparkling personality! When we first met, I was such a shy sheltered person but you have shown me so many ways to enjoy life. We have shared so many good times together and I anxiously await more good times to come! I feel like you complete my world and I long to make you feel the same way. I actually can’t imagine my life without you and hope to spend the rest of it with you! I hope that this all isn’t overwhelming to you but if I don’t say it, I will regret it. Love always, Marcus”.
Just recalling his emotions from writing the letter and how different things were now was enough to bring tears to Marcus’ eyes. But, as his eyes welled up, he quickly took a deep breath and shook his head and wiggled his neck in an effort to come back to reality. Just then, he noticed Bob Mason leaning forward over the table with his glasses pulled low on his nose and looking at him questioningly with his pen poised over the pad. Hmmm, what had the question been, Marcus wondered as he realized that he had no idea what his lawyer had been discussing with him for the past five minutes…
The prompt this week for Write on Edge was to write a scene, fiction or memoir, involving a hand-written letter. I found it convenient to continue my story of poor Marcus stuck in the holding cell trying to piece together the events and learn his fate. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading.