The Last Table

Winter’s England

Darling, It's been a while. I'm sorry. Winters, you know, are so very difficult. I visited Lewis's grave around the very beginning of this one, a little after my last letter. Had class on the day he died, so I wound up going on his birthday instead. The train from Stratford to Oxford is about... Continue Reading →

Halfway out of the dark

My darling little thing, As I hope I've told you, my grandpa was an amazing man, who influenced my character far more than I ever realised when he was here. I wrote a blog post (one of my first to The Last Table) shortly after he passed away, but I don't think I had truly realised how much I took... Continue Reading →

Autumn

Lovely, Autumn has long been my favourite season. The colours are lovely, the leaves are crunchy and cover the ground, and, in Arizona, the weather actually begins to cool down. Here, however, it's been cool for a while and is instead now getting colder and much darker. I was terrified before I came because I was terrified of... Continue Reading →

The ghost of Hamlet

Love, Each day I think of the day when I will have to leave here, and I am saddened. It is far from now, yet this feels so very much like where I ought to be, ought to have been, that it fears me to consider this inevitable. While some days are ever so hard,... Continue Reading →

For she had eyes

My darling daughter, As you might be this likewise, having characterised me, I must warn you of something. Whether we like it or not, it's very likely that many people will highly dislike us. Not for any good reason, mind you; but, simply because of some obscure label that has been attached onto us. I am... Continue Reading →

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