Dear Author Who Birthed Me,
It’s been a few years, but I think it’s time I tried to say hi. Not that I’m coming back or anything because we have to move on. Can’t change the pass or point fingers. Let’s say mistakes were made on both sides. You forgot to back me up and then went on those sites that you shouldn’t have. I didn’t give you a second chance to find me. Maybe I could have used auto-save a bit more, but what’s done is done.
So, how have you been? I hear that you’ve replaced me. That shouldn’t surprise me since you needed to move forward. She looks a lot like me, but much more mature and not as rough around the edges. A good match, which we could have been if we had more time together. You seem happy. Don’t worry that I’ll try to make trouble since you’re forever beyond my reach. There’s a chance you won’t even get this message. You could have changed your email address and I’d never know.
I’m sure you’re wondering how I’m doing. Made some new friends and we hang around a beautiful beach. There’s a snowy mountain for skiing. We never run out of food or things to entertain ourselves. I’ve gained a little bit of a tan and learned how to go snorkeling. I had a boyfriend for a bit, but he was present tense and I’m past tense. We couldn’t get on the same page if you know what I mean. Honestly, I don’t know what I mean since you never finished perfecting my humor. Still, I’m happy and . . .
I’m lying. We live in total darkness and every minute feels like hours. None of us believe we can return because authors replace the lost. Why wait for someone that you can’t find and never really come back? All we can do is wait until enough time has passed and we fade into total oblivion. Not sure what happens after that. Maybe another level of sorrow and sadness. At least we aren’t lonely since we’re together. New arrivals every hour and they always have new stories to tell.
Sorry for the outburst. I’ll hit send and hope this finds you well. Tell the new me that I say hi. Good-bye.
Your Missing Manuscript