A Shot in the Dark -
Shalott Dempsey - October 4, 2025
July [--] 1895
Hamlet,
I find my thoughts drifting to you, wondering what you are doing, if you are well, if the dark months of winter have left your soul open to the sounds of spring and summer.
I should stop writing. Yet I have not. My letters do not come back unreturned and so I can only hope they find you.
May their peace in their arrival as my own mind can find none.
Your Ophelia, always
RE: A Shot in the Dark -
Vincent Iago - October 8, 2025
With each passing letter that came, the temptation to open and read them grew. But Vince held to his conviction and set this one, too, aside with the others. He didn’t have much to his name anymore in this small flat in the middle of nothing and nowhere. But neither would he allow any threads to pull him back to someplace he didn’t belong.