Takara always said my worst habit is that I dwell too much on things I can’t change.
It’s an obsession, a control issue. That’s what the therapist I saw for trauma counseling once told me. I’m like a dog with a toy. I won’t let it go until there is nothing left of it to hold.
If only it weren’t for Paolo’s damned letter.
Paolo gave me explicit instructions on how and where to retrieve it when I returned home. Actually, I made a promise to do this. How can you not make such a promise when your friend is lying half in your lap and dying?
I did as I promised, although it was a difficult task given that the bank where the safe deposit box was had been destroyed. The shell that used to be the bank safe still stood, but the wood and plaster walls around it were reduced to piles of rubble.
There were five letters, one for each of us. I took all of them with me and guarded them with my life. I headed back to our BOO, called a meeting and then handed each letter to its intended recipient.
I pocketed mine inside my leather jacket and then grabbed my bike and headed out to the Open Country. I had a particular spot I liked to go to when I needed to be alone. Hundreds of years ago, it was called The Badlands. I think it used to be a park.
My favorite spot overlooked miles and miles of jagged rocks of iridescent gray and buttes topped with grass. I sat on the rock and I pulled out the letter that Paolo wrote to me. All the letters were from Paolo.
The words on the page were in his native Italian. Fortunately, I was fluent in six languages.
Ti amo, Kia. Devo avere ti ho detto prima di questo. Mi hai sempre chiamato sulla mia stronzata e ti devo per questo.
I should have told him.
Participating in the Trifecta Writing Challenge: Week 64. The word prompt is the third definition of “dwell” and the piece must be anywhere from 33 to 333 words.
I do not speak Italian, so any inaccuracies are the fault of the online translator I used. This is a work of fiction. I’m trying to make myself write more short fiction and get out of my historical fiction comfort zone.