Thursday, July 31, 2008

Messages

The strangest thing just happened. I was moving all those GlomCorp boxes around my shed when a little envelope dropped out. Inside was a letter addressed to me.

Dear Melinda,

Please accept these custom-sized items with the compliments of GlomCorp. They are the best the factory here could produce on such short notice. If the sponsorship department decides to offer you a contract, a greater variety will be available to suit your color and style preferences.

Sincerely yours,
L. Stewart Riggs, III
Executive Vice President of Corporate Sponsorship

That's not the weird part. That was just me not finding the letter until today. The weird part was when I held Mr. Riggs's letter up to the light and a bunch of handwritten words appeared on an empty part of the paper.

My queen: I hope these poor garments will suffice for now. I told you I would provide, and so I have. Our dreams will have to be separate for a while, but I look forward to someday meeting you in person.

Much love, your Dream Boy.

By the time I finished reading them, the words were already fading away. Now I can't see them at all no matter how I hold the paper. Did I imagine them? It must be my mind playing tricks on me, right?

5 comments:

  1. pie guy: melly you mite be having a nervise brake down and going crazy welcome to my world but for real thats mess up but there got to be a reson why that happen

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  2. I sure hope I'm not having a breakdown. That doesn't sound like fun.

    Welcome to your world? Have you been getting secret messages too?

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  3. He's feels like he's going cuckoo too. We all feel that way at times.

    Honestly Mell, I don't know what to say about that writing. My only explanation is that someone wrote on it with something that evaporates or fades when exposed to light long enough.

    There are some ways that may reveal Mr. Note Writer's note again, if you're interested in hearing them.

    Either way Mell, I'm sure you're not crazy. Dr. Crisp would've found that out by now.

    Also, Mell, forgot to show pictures of my vacation. Sorry about that.

    Scenery: http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/585/img0098ps4.jpg

    More scenery: http://img253.imageshack.us/img253/8760/img0131ko0.jpg

    Even more scenery: http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/5791/img0115ye8.jpg

    Me fishing on top of a rock: http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/5724/img0129gv7.jpg

    A really BIG rock!: http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/5724/img0129gv7.jpg

    Think that last rock is taller than you Mell.

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  4. Nice scenery, Ben!!! Someday I'd like to go to a place with big rocks like that.

    I've been thinking about it, and I'm sure that message was from somebody who's trying to mess with me--maybe Jay Appleton figured out a way to make invisible ink!!!

    Dream Boy hasn't really been leaving me messages in real life, and I'm sure he hasn't gone away either. I'll find him in my dreams again, just like before.

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  5. Maybe the guy works for Dream Boy. Maybe he's a servant. Or maybe it's a stalker (nah, just kidding). Maybe the guy you dream of is someone you might know indirectly through someone you haven't met or don't remember. I'm going wild with theories Melly, who knows?

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