Writing an Email
by Aster Blackwell | Score: 4250
It's so hopeless when you don't know. When you have to write a professional email that just boils down to "I have no idea how it happened, I'm just a screw-up."
I have no idea how it happened, I'm just a screw-up.
I started my email with a "Silas," then backspaced and replaced it with "Hey, Silas," then backspaced again and stared at the blinking line a little longer.
I liked Silas. He was a patient, easygoing man. I think that's why writing this email was so hard. I knew that he'd be sad about it, and I didn't want to make him sad. He'd also be disappointed in me. Silas was often disappointed in me.
I wish emails were a little less direct, sometimes. I wish I could hand my message to a little delivery boy and have him interpret it for me. Silas couldn't be disappointed in the little delivery boy. And, if he sent a delivery boy back, it would hurt less, because children are cute and it would soften the blow.
My phone buzzed. I picked it up. A text from my mom.
"YOUR SISTER IS IN LABOR!!!"
My stomach dropped and my heart leaped at the same time. It was a very strange sensation.
"OMG!!!" I texted back. My face didn't move.
I wasn't going to be there for the birth. I'd known this for a while, since airplane tickets cost an arm and a leg and I'm not exactly a doctor. But still, seeing the message sent a wave of hurt just blazing through my body. Like fire. Like knives. Like flaming knives. Like how that egg felt on a youtube video where someone cut it in half with a red-hot knife.
I put my phone face down on the desk. I typed "Silas" again.
I want to go home.
My home is small and dark and quiet. I used to have a cat, but then I moved, and my new apartment doesn't allow pets. The cat lives at my mom's place. I miss him desperately. I almost miss him more than my mom.
Well, I should tell the truth. I miss the cat more than my mom.
I was in a car accident once, and it knocked me out. When I came to, the first thing I thought of was my cat. I didn't tell anyone that. I felt ashamed to care so much about the cat. Maybe that's silly.