Part IV: Connor and Father’s Letter

Today’s daily prompt: Return Address

Yesterday, your pet/baby/inanimate object could read your post. Today, they can write back. Write a post from their point of view (or just pick any non-verbal creature/object).

Yesterday, I wrote a letter to my iphone. Today, I have received a reply in the form of a new notification:


I think you have forgotten my purpose in life. I am supposed to make your life easier, not make your life.

I’ll help you calculate that tip for your meal (it’s not even a difficult calculation). I’ll help you check bus times, I’ll even help you beautify your selfie if you want.

I am your expensive butler at your service. However, I am not your friend or your family or a lover (although it is very nice of of you to bring me to your bed every night).

I am nothing but a side character, so don’t blame me if you don’t like who you are becoming or who you are when you’re with me. I don’t control you. I don’t make your decisions for you (I simply recommend).

If you don’t like who you are, then do something about it. And I will do my very best to assist you.


P.S. Your password is lame.


My short story series, inspired by NaNoWriMo/NaBloPoMo and the daily prompt.

Part I: Connor and the Lined Paper
Part II: Connor and the Wildflower Poem
Part III: Connor and Stevie’s Letter

“Father wrote a reply to my letter.”

Connor triumphantly pressed the creamy envelope on top of Samantha’s desk the way Mother had given it to him at the breakfast table earlier that morning. Connor could not believe Father had written a letter back- he didn’t even have time to eat breakfast with him in the morning! But there it was on the glossy dining table, a dreamy invitation into a one-on-one conversation with Father.

Connor wasn’t sure why he wanted to show Father’s letter to Samantha. It was probably because she said his letter wasn’t good enough yesterday. Clearly though, it was.

“You want me to read it?”

Connor nodded and scrutinized Samantha carefully as she gingerly opened the wing of the envelope. Her green eyes scanned the black text like a machine and within a few seconds, she slipped the letter back into the envelope.


“So what?”

Connor looked at Samantha, exasperated.

“Father’s letter! He said I wrote a good letter and he enjoyed reading it even though you said there were so many mistakes in it.”

Again, Samantha just blinked at him as if he was a broken toy at the bottom of the box.

“Feels like a fill-in-the-blank letter to me.”

That wasn’t the reaction Connor was expecting. The way she said it, like an airy sigh, irritated Connor.

“What do you mean fill-in-the-blank?”

“Fill-in-the-blank. You just write the person’s name at the top and then sign your name at the bottom. Everything else was already written.”

Connor felt like ripping Father’s letter out and slapping Samantha in the face with it. He wanted to scream at her to read it again because obviously she read it too fast or Father’s words were too hard so she didn’t understand. What did she even mean? Was she telling him that Father gave him a fill-in-the-blank letter? That it wasn’t a real letter?

Before Connor had a chance to ask, someone interrupted him.

“This is for you!”

Connor could tell instantly from the green eyes and brown hair that the little boy standing in front of him was Samantha’s little brother. He gave Samantha a piece of construction paper with colorful scribbles on it and then scurried out the hall back to where the younger grade classrooms were. Connor looked down at the construction paper and a laugh escaped his lips.

“What is that? It looks so ugly!’

Samantha’s head snapped towards his direction, her smile wiped from her face completely.

“It’s better than your fill-in-the-blank letter. At least I know Stevie put his feelings into this picture and wanted to give it to me as a present.”

This time it was Connor’s turn to have his smile wiped from his face. Before he had a chance to retort, Ms. Tompkins clapped her hands to begin class, signaling an end to their argument but not an end to Connor’s budding anger.

Connor wondered what the heck was wrong with Samantha. Why did she have to hate his letter and Father’s letter and always tell him that he’s wrong? What made a bunch of crayon doodles better than the fancy stationary Father used for his letter?

Even though Ms. Tompkins was talking at the front of the class about multiplication, Connor took out Father’s letter and read it again and again as if he was trying to memorize words for the next spelling test.

Dear Connor,

Thank you for your letter, I enjoyed reading it. 

I am pleased to hear about your latest progress and that you are continuing to work hard. It is important to maintain good work habits to succeed. I wish you all the best in your future endeavors and I look forward to hearing more from you.

Yours truly, Father

Father said he was happy to hear about his latest progress. He must have been talking about how Connor scored the winning goal in soccer yesterday during gym. He wrote about that in his letter.

Father also said that he was glad he was working hard. Well, Connor was certainly a hard worker! Just the other day the librarian told Connor not to print off any more letters. So there, Samantha was completely wrong about Father’s letter being a fill-in-the-blank letter.

Just the statement itself- Samantha is wrong! – seemed hilarious to Connor. He wondered what the class would say if they knew Smart Samantha was wrong about something. Even Ms. Tompkins would be surprised. Word would spread to the adults and they would no longer say things like “Amazing job as usual, Samantha” or “Great answer, Samantha”. Samantha would be forgotten because she would no longer be the top of the class, and maybe then finally she’ll apologize for being rude and tell him that she was happy Father wrote a letter back to him.

That was all he wanted.

To be continued…

eb66a206fcba478341eac3efd4d5ac5d Sincerely, Loewe


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