Gold Rush

“I’ll take this train to Seattle, then a boat to Alaska, find some gold and come back to marry you. Love you. Don’t forget me. I’ll be back.”

After a month, she stands at the train station waiting for some news. She gets a letter.

“Dearest Maggie, I miss you so much. I stayed in Seattle a little longer than expected, but now I’ll be leaving to Alaska in 2 days. I’ll try to find lots of gold to come back to you. Love, D.”

She comes back to the station every month. Nothing for a few months.

Then a letter comes, short and weird.

“Dear Maggie, I’ll have to stay longer here. Miss you, D.”

She continues going to the station every month, hoping to hear from her love.

8 months after the last letter, she gets another one:

“Dear Margareth, I’m sorry if this breaks your heart. I’ve married someone else and our baby boy arrived yesterday. I’m not coming back. Best regards, Denny.”

(164 words)


This post was written in response to the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, with photo prompt by Louise, from The Storyteller’s Abode.

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