First Year
Jul 1st, 2025 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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As I stood on the beach, I folded the letter, placed it in the bottle and closed the cover. I promised him that every year on the anniversary of his death I would write a letter and throw it into the ocean from his favorite spot. This was the first year.
A tear slid down my cheek as I listened to the waves splashing.
When I threw the bottle into the sea, it made a splash and bounced with the waves.
I watched until the sun set over the water, and the bottle drifted out of sight, seagulls soaring above.
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