Dear Beth,
I’m sorry I played with Daddy’s softball bat when I know I’m
not allowed to. I’m also sorry I hit you in the head. I was aiming for your stomach,
but you ducked.
Your sister,
Tess
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Cute .. the first thing that came to my mind when I read this.
ReplyDeleteToo funny. Sibling rivalries are the best!
ReplyDeleteLove this! I can see the whole thing play out in my mind. I was both Tess and Beth growing up. :-)
ReplyDeleteHI, here from Trifecta..
ReplyDeleteand do you know my sister??? This was good, I wondered if you'd make it spookier, like it killed her, but I'm glad it was just that...an open apology.
:)
LOL!
ReplyDeleteThat was both cute and funny at the same time.
ReplyDeleteHa! Nicely done! Been there.
ReplyDeleteOut of the mouths/pens of innocent babes. At least she's honest! Thanks for the chuckle (only because I know this is fiction, or so I hope?!)
ReplyDeleteHysterical! I'm an only child with four kids...I expect this to happen 'round my house at any moment...Great letter!
ReplyDeleteHa! Perfect. I had sisters and I may have written something like this once. Fortunately, we all survived childhood. Nice job with this weekend's prompt!
ReplyDeleteLoved it. Sisters can be so difficult.
ReplyDeleteFantastic - you totally captured it.
ReplyDeleteOh yeah, this is so childhood and siblings. :)
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