Time Capsule

On time! Ha!

Fourth Day of Christmas

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Starter:

The envelope looked as though it had been in the post for years. The writing was faded.

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The envelope looked as though it had been in the post for years. The writing was faded. Smith knew this, but he could recognize the handwriting. His smile appears, eyes bright.

“I ed,” He whispers to himself. He slowly opens the envelope, the envelope that was labeled time capsule. The way he held the letter with care shows just how much he loved it. His eyes raise away from the envelope for a second.

  “Ah, snow,” He murmurs to himself, standing with a gently creak of his body. He winces, opening his curtains more, smiling. The date on the calendar reads: December 25, 2020

Smith settles back into his sofa, looking at the letter. He gets his glasses, before setting off to read.

‘Dear older me

What year is it now? It’s still 1973 here! I am only 12! I just want to give you some wisdom! Catherine is a nice girl don’t lose her!’

  Smith winces, ing in high school losing Catherine was the first thing he wanted. Catherine was his neighbor, who he grew up with. She clung to him too much, as soon as he hit high school he brushed her off.

‘She just needs us! You know this-we also told her we would marry her so don’t be a liar! Now, what ever year it is, no matter what, to smile okay?! It’s important. You know that mom is sick, we are smart she doesn’t have much time, so promise me you are still smiling.’

Smith almost stops reading. His mother was a loving woman, when she died it took years to even find something happy. He was filled with sadness, over dramatized by his young mind. He takes a breath and purges further.

‘Dad may say our rawings are bad, but we are going to be a great artist! Don’t be discouraged! Hehe! I just wanna say no matter what I am proud of all that  we have done. Are you proud? Did we ever get a wife? Children? I hope you gave Cat a chance.’

Smith reaches, taking a photo. He had indeed gave Catherine a chance, and in that chance married her. Catherine is his everything, unfortunately after their third child she was diagnosed with a tumor in the head. Those last years were aching painful, yet she told him one thing.

On christmas of year 2020 get that capsule we made, read it, and your old self. I want you to and smile at the childish person you once were.)

Smith lays the letter down, pulling other papers out. He shifts through them, before pausing at a drawing that brought tears to his eyes. It was the first drawing Catherine made. He had pushed her to start drawing, as she always claimed she couldn’t. The two figures standing together, holding hands, of course it was crude, but it was very beautiful in Smith’s eyes. He wraps his hand around the paper, leaning back in his chair.

  “Thank you…” He whispers to himself. A soft smile rests on another's face. Catherine looks on her husband. 'Live for me.' She thinks, slowly vanishing.

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