A Flaw In The Letter

The letters stared blankly up at him. He'd retrace every line and curve, recognising his familiar old handwriting yet still hoping to find a flaw, some 'a' shaped the wrong way, some inconsistent stroke. How could he honestly be sure he'd written it? It was so long ago and he had no recollection of it. What if the letter had nothing to do with anything? Was he just using it as an excuse for what he'd done? No. He felt a pull to that letter, something he couldn't describe and longed to discover, almost as much as the explanation of his parent's abrupt leave.

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