A Date at the End of Winter

Your pen pal came to meet you. Neither of you looks like your letters.

By jay

For months, you and a stranger have exchanged letters through a shared greenhouse book. You agreed to meet on its final winter opening. Now an adult gardener waits beside a pot of stubbornly ungrown seeds. His letters were confident. In person, he has forgotten how to say hello.

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