The Mouth of Hell
The Letter.
"Lottie,
I think about you all the time, do you think of me? Stupid question... anyway, I'm just writing to, well, ask you something. I'd hate for something to happen to me here and have you not knowing what I had planned for us.
The thing is, will you marry me? I'm terribly sorry it's not at all romantic, but I know that it's appropriate for the circumstances.
I love you!
John."
Short and sweet, eh? I'm going to send it to her as soon as I can get to a post office in the next village. God I hope she gets it...
I think about you all the time, do you think of me? Stupid question... anyway, I'm just writing to, well, ask you something. I'd hate for something to happen to me here and have you not knowing what I had planned for us.
The thing is, will you marry me? I'm terribly sorry it's not at all romantic, but I know that it's appropriate for the circumstances.
I love you!
John."
Short and sweet, eh? I'm going to send it to her as soon as I can get to a post office in the next village. God I hope she gets it...