dusty boxs
427 Words
"Letters Across Time "
Every morning at exactly 7:00, Maya would find a
letter on her windowsill.
No footsteps. No sound. Just. there.
The first time it happened, she thought it was a prank.
"Hello... I don't know how this works, but if you can
read this please write back"
No name. No date.
Just curiosity
Maya hesitated... then replied.
"Who are you?
The next morning, another letter appeared.
"My name is Daniel. I think. I'm writing from the
past."
She laughed at first. It made no sense.
Until he proved it.
He described things old streets horse carriages, a world
without phones. He even mentioned the empty field
behind her house.. that used to be a railway station
100 years ago.
Maya's heart started to race.
This wasn't a joke.
This was impossible.
And yet.. it was real.
Days turned into weeks
Letters turned into pages Pages turned into feelings.
They shared everything their fears, dreams, favorite
songs (even though Daniel couldn't hear them), and
the loneliness they both carried
Daniel wrote about a world so different, yet his words
felt so close.
'I wish I could see your world, he wrote once.
Maya smiled, holding the paper close.
'I wish I could see you."
One day, Daniel's letter felt diferent.
The handwriting was rushed.
"May.. something is wrong. They're building over
the old station. I found something a box. It had your
letters in it. All of them. I don't understand."
Maya's breath Caught.
A box?
That mean...
"Daniel, listen to me. Keep the letters safe. That's how
this works. We're connected through time."
Hours felt like years waiting for his reply.
When it came, her hands trembled.
"If I keep them. does that mean I never lose you?"
A tear slipped down her cheek.
"Never"
But the next morning.
No letter came
7:00 Passed
Still nothing.
8:00.
Still nothing.
Days turned into silence.
Maya stopped sleeping. Stopped smiling.
Stopped hoping.
Until one afternoon, while cleaning the attic, she
found it.
An old, dusty box.
Her heart pounded as she opened it.
Inside were hundreds of letters.
Her letters.
And one final note, aged and fragile.
Her hands shook as she read it.
** Maya,
If you're reading this.. it means it worked.
I kept every letter,just like you said.
But I'm getting older now. Time is catching up with
me.
I never got to see your world. Or your face.
But loving you was the greatest thing that ever
happened to me.
In another life. maybe we'll meet in the same world
Forever yours
- Writer
