Un-Stuck

An echo of wind glided through the house ruffling the curtains and pushing little sleeping heads further under their covers. It was typical for the floor boards to creek in a house that old. It was typical for it to groan, shake with the wind and shrink with the cold. Someone was calling her name. Hollow whispers caressed her ear, luring her to get out of bed, follow them down the stairs, past the kitchen, along the back wall to the cellar door. To please let them out because it’s been so long and they’re so restless and hungry and want to play, just play. A great gust of wind pushed against the brick and a shriek of pain came from beneath the stairs. The floors protested and groaned under the strain and she snuggled deeper into the covers grabbing Louise, her stuffed bunny rabbit, close. Her brother’s breathing was deep; he could sleep through anything. He never heard the voices. They didn’t call out to him like they did her. It made him think she was crazy. All the chocolate sh...

My Dearest Alicia, I miss you. More than the words in these letters can ever say. It has been months since I've had the chance to bed down and write to you and know that I am sorry for that, my love. I find myself drifting to thoughts of you every passing moment and I take solace in knowing you are safe at home over the pond with our little girl. How is our little song bird? Is she well? Growing up and doing well in school? Does she miss me as much as I miss her cherubic face? I do hope she does. You both are always missed and thought of fondly while I do my utmost to navigate these horrible times. Do give her all my love and tell her that her father will be home soon to have that tea party with Mr. Teddy and the Bunns. Tell our little girl I love her and when she feels scared, to look at her dancing nightlight lamp and remember that we will always protect her from everything that would ever do her harm. The war is moving Alicia. We have crossed into Germany, or Austria, or so...