{W} Amelia

December 7, 2009 · 13 comments

She walked into the cafe alone, the picture of perfection in her sensible black heels, perfectly coifed hair and the latest Coach bag slung over her arm; the envy and desire of many.  She didn’t feel like she should be envied or desired, she just felt scared and nervous. Her hands trembled as she reached for her wallet and her voice wavered as she ordered her coffee.

After she settled into a spot in the corner, she glanced around at the other tables, keeping her face curtained by her dark hair, hoping no one would recognize her and start a conversation. She wanted, no, needed, to be completely alone for a little while.

She pulled the letter out of her purse and opened it carefully. It was thin and worn from being folded and unfolded so many times and she was truly afraid it would disappear before her very eyes.

Dear Amelia,

I’m sorry.

I’ll love you always,


The tears welled in her eyes as she sipped her coffee and stared unseeing at the note that she had memorized years ago.

A sudden ring of the bell above the door of the cafe had her blinking back her tears and pulling herself out of her reverie. She slid the letter back into her bag gently and took a deep breath.

She reached up to smooth her hair and swipe her finger under her eyes to clear any makeup that might have smudged.  Her face transformed in an instant as she sat up straighter and smiled shyly at the man walking toward her.

“Amelia?” he asked carefully.

She smiled bigger and stood up, her face suddenly glowing. “Yes.”

“Wow,” he replied, his eyes wide and a grin breaking out over his face. “I can’t believe it’s really you.”

Amelia stepped forward  hesitantly. His arms opened wide and she half jumped, half stumbled into them.

“I can’t believe it’s really you,” he repeated.

“I can’t believe you’re here, Peter. I can’t believe you’re here” she whispered as she buried her face into his shoulder.
This a fiction piece I wrote for {W}rite of Passage.

{ 13 comments… read them below or add one }

melissa December 7, 2009 at 11:41 pm

so sweet. enjoyed this piece!!
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Dawn December 8, 2009 at 5:03 pm



flutter December 8, 2009 at 1:39 am

You did a great job!
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Dawn December 8, 2009 at 5:04 pm

Thanks – that means a lot coming from you! 😀


Dawn @ Heartbroken December 8, 2009 at 9:40 am

Ooooh, heart flutters here! Nicely done!!
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Dawn December 8, 2009 at 5:04 pm

heart flutters!! Thanks!


Liz@thisfullhouse December 8, 2009 at 1:44 pm

Very, very nice; made me feel all warm and fuzzy, too!
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Dawn December 8, 2009 at 5:04 pm

Yay for warm and fuzzy! Thank you!


Jennifer, Playgroups are no place for children December 8, 2009 at 5:18 pm

I’m dying to know more! Great job!


Dawn December 8, 2009 at 8:42 pm



cindy w December 9, 2009 at 11:26 am

Well done! I like this one a lot.
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Stephanie December 9, 2009 at 9:30 pm

Wow. Can totally feel for Amelia. Years ago, I received a note similar to this one. I just envy her that Peter came back to her.

Well done.


Melissa December 10, 2009 at 9:39 pm

Nice! I like the comparison of the outward poise and inner anxiety, and the initial tentativeness when they meet again.


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