Sunday Photo Fiction





I bet you don’t get many letters from teenagers. Actually, I feel a bit silly writing this. If my mates find out about it they’ll tease me rotten. I mean, writing to someone who doesn’t exist? But I see it like this. At church, I like pray to a god I’ve never seen. If he’s real then why not you?

I need a favour. Daddy’s away. Not ordinary away, he’s a soldier in Afghanistan. I miss him sooooo much. It’s like so unfair he’ll be there at Christmas. He said don’t worry, they’ll have turkey and stuff and they decorate their cafe.  So I thought it would be wicked if you could give him a present instead of me. It’s very cold there so a woolly hat would be nice.

Please say you will.

I’m sorry about that smudge. I try not to cry when I think about Daddy, but a tear just dripped on the paper and it made a mess where I tried to wipe it. I should start again, but if I don’t send you this, I’ll think the whole thing’s stupid and I won’t write another one. I’m going to post it now.  I don’t think I need a stamp.






Happy Christmas Susan, and thanks so much for hosting Sunday Photo Fiction. and providing this week’s picture. 


24 thoughts on “Sunday Photo Fiction”

  1. Awwwww this tugs the heart and like how. So poignant.

    Now I’m tempted to write a letter based piece, Keith. Used to love writing letters as a child. Wonder why that beautiful art got lost to smart phones and emails. Sigh!

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  2. There’s actually a small town here in Idaho called “North Pole,” and every year around Christmas, they get a lot of letters from kids. Parents can even arrange ahead of time for “Santa” to write to their children. The post mark on the letter will even say “North Pole.”

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