So, I was going to write you this letter… but it wasn’t going to be a letter, it was going to be a story. I was going to write you a story, and then I was going to print it out, and I was going to hand it off to you, before you had to go. But I didn’t do that, did I? No, I didn’t. 

So.

So now I’m going to post it here, I guess. All the few unfinished chapters of it. And you’ll find it, or you won’t, but I know you will, and that’ll be that. That’ll be a few paragraphs of a story I was writing for you. 

It doesn’t go anywhere, but does it really have to? It was like a little music-less video, a series of images and ideas set in motion for no real reason other than rhythm. 

Anyway. They were little words locked away, and now I’m gonna set them free. They’ll be tagged as…. hmmmm…. well, I guess “Poppy’s Story”. They’ll be kind obvious, but then, aren’t I, right?