From the archives: a twittering tale. (a story in 248 characters or less)
I write you by stroke of midnight; dipping pen into ink of my blood.
“Please forward,” scratched into skin of each envelope.
Should but one not find it’s way, unopened, back to me . . .
Then, will I know I remain yet the shape of your heart. (247)
“Penned” for twittering tales 134