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She Never Wrote Back

Dear Jenna,

I can't believe it's already been a week since Amen Alleluja Summer Camp! All those Prayer Walks in the woods have inspired me to keep it up at home, but it's not the same without you to talk to afterwards. You were always the first to spot the red-tailed hawks, and you'd touch me on the elbow so quietly I'd get to the be the second. When you took my hand at the top of the bluff I knew you must've seen something special, but it took me at least thirty seconds to locate the bald eagle. By then you'd let go of my hand, but I think that's because Mrs. Griffin was walking up, and she would've misunderstood.

Speaking of, you know I'm home-schooled, and lately I've been reading Victorian literature for my curriculum. So boring, I know! At the library I found a book of letters written between women in the early 1900's, and they talk so passionately about their friendship, it's almost like they're in love. Anyways. It made me think of us and how those ladies might be misunderstood if the letters fell into the wrong hands. But it made me brave enough to tell you, as a friend, that I love you and miss holding hands with you.

I feel better now that I've written that. So, what have you done since you got home? What books are you reading? Is your grandpa out of the hospital?

Write back soon!

Abby

P.S: When I kissed you, it was totally that kind of spiritual ecstasy thing that the Victorian ladies wrote about. But don't worry, I won't do it again! xoxo in Jesus love :)

Story by:

Stephanie Willing

stephanielaurenwilling@gmail.com

22 February 2016