Unsent letter #1

Dear You,

Please appreciate that these are not my words. I stole them from a passing Australian - the one whose voice has a distinctly smoke-filled timbre. He also possesses a strange taste in footwear, and harbours absolutely no regard for personal hygiene.

“My dreams have caught me out. I find myself surrounded by the odds of our own ends. Enough said about it.”

I listened to him thirty-six times in one day, and then wiped a tear from the corner of my left eye on the thirty-seventh. He gets me every time. Every single time.

Yours forever,
An Unreliable Witness