Dear [your name here],
Are you well? I hope so. Today I went fishing with the old man at the river. He set me up and left me there to go hunting. They eat the orange squirrels that skitter around the forest here. I'd just caught and killed a fish when there was a noise in the leaves on the far river bank. It was a zebra with a brushy mane, but it had gentle eyes like a horse. It stood watching me, and I it, until the old man reappeared not with squirrel but with a purple bird he'd killed with his poison darts. Then the zebra was gone -- there was nothing among the trees.
I long for news of you and wish I had a return address for this place. I think the old couple know; they throw their mail on the fire, often unopened, and there is no chance for me to search the place. No one visits or leaves the village, but I long to see you again. I long for home.
As always,
Alida xo
Wish you were here #5
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