Too Late For Writing
(I knew I would be too late for this week's challenge :( so here is my entry.)
The Handwritten Letter
“Hey, Mom, what are you doing? And why do you have candles lit?”
“I’m writing a letter to my friend Denise. The scents help me relax so I can write better.”
“Writing? With paper and pen? Are you kidding? Why don’t you just email – it would be much faster and easier.”
As she was speaking, Joy plugged in her laptop to begin composing an email to a friend in another state.
“Joy, email is so impersonal. Besides, when I’m writing, I feel free and can let my thoughts drift onto the paper.”
The clacking of the keyboard was heard as Joy laughed. “But email is the bomb. You can write a letter in seconds and send it anywhere in the world, and you don’t even have to put a stamp on it.”
Martha looked at her daughter and sighed. “Email loses all personality. All the letters are just that – letters. You can’t bold or underline, and you certainly can’t draw pictures. You know how much I love to sketch when I’m writing. I often add pictures instead of words. Can you do that in your emails?”
“No, but who cares. It’s much easier and faster. Besides, what if your pen runs out of ink?”
Mother and daughter bantered over the benefits of email versus paper and pen. Each letter grew to several pages as they continued their conversation.
Unexpectedly, the electricity went out. “Oh, no, I just lost my letter to Margaret. I was telling her about the play I’m in at school and all my new friends here. I’ll never remember what I said now.”
“Hmm, that’s strange. I didn’t lose any of my five-page letter. And with the candles burning, I can still see to continue writing.”
For a few minutes, only the scratching of Martha’s pen on the paper could be heard.
Joy was pacing in the kitchen. “Come on, electricity, turn back on. I need to write this letter.”
An hour later, it was obvious that the electricity would be off for a while. Joy watched as her mom continued to write. Silently, Joy picked up a blank sheet of paper and a pen and sat at the table.
“Dear Margaret, our electricity has been out for an hour now, so I decided to write you a real letter instead of an email. Who knows, we just may start a new trend. I really do miss you and look forward to seeing you again. Moving this far away has been really hard on me.”
One week later, several states away, Margaret opened a letter addressed to her, complete with tiny drawings of people, animals, and places. “Cool! A handwritten letter.”
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Sure! The supposed technological convenience is killing the art of (hand)writing. There is still something magical about opening an envelop. The feel of paper that was physically handled by the writer and is now being handled by the reader has power to "connect" people. This must be the secret of the magic. This was a good piece that awakened in me some nostalgic affinity to the days when we used to "write".