Dear Diary

Day 5: Be Brief

Today’s Prompt: You stumble upon a random letter on the path.You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter.

Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.

Sometimes it gets so bad that I feel hard and
crusty like burned toast. I wish I was a genii
or something with special powers so I could tap
my wand ABRACADABRA, snap my fingers and POOF.

Dad got a wishing tree today and Mom made him
take it back. Mom said we can’t afford a tree
and wishing up a 1000 clouds won’t make one tree,
not 1 tree grow without rain. And Dad said it was
to cheer the blankety-blank-u-know-what house up.

Mom’s practical. Dad’s a poet. A spy? Ring? poet.

This year I don’t want/don’t care if I don’t get
some Guess jeans, Nikes, or a swatch. I only
wish for people to be nicer so my parents will
stop fighting, my brother will stop pushing me
around, and the girls at school will STOP
calling me Chunky.

Just so you know I’m not some kid anymore that
thinks you’re real. I’m writing you cause at
least you’re someone I can drop my thoughts/
feelings/worries, you know, and wishes to.

Cause writing is as good as asking and that’s
as good as Dad’s wishing so though I don’t really
still believe in you this year I’m writing/wishing/asking,
Can you make me skinny like Olive Oil?

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