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Dallas Williams - Letters to 'Ma

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I - I'm sorry it's taken so long.

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Tears well up in Dallas' eyes as he writes a letter to his mother, written on a notebook he had found earlier in what appeared to be the remnants of a child's bedroom. The handwriting appears slow and dutiful, but still sloppy as a result of not needing to write for so long. There are small smudges on the paper where tears fell.

Monday 26 March 2018

Dear Ma,

    I'm sorry it's taken so long to write. With everything going on, I just couldn't find the right words to say. I still can't. But I know I'll lose my sanity if I don't say something, even if I don't sound right. How are things?

    I think you'd be happy to know I started a new farm. It ain't as pretty as daddy's farm, but it makes due. I chose a good spot but had to move because ain't nobody go up there. I started it in Stary Sobor, near where Lexi lived. Speaking of Lexi, Ma, I lost her. I spent a single night with her and her Pa, but when I woke up they both were gone. I woke up to news of closed borders and I saw lots of cops patrolling. I'm a light sleeper as you know, so there's no way they got taken. I'm guessing they went to go be with family. I respect that.

    It's what I would have done, if I could have.

    How's the bunker? You always said daddy and I were paranoid for making that thing, but look what happened Ma! You got about two more years before you gotta use the seeds we got in there. I'll be home by then, I know it. Just you wait. When I get there you can read everything I write to you. I'll get there, Ma.

    Until then, be safe. I don't know what I'd do without you.

With love,

Dallas

Dallas closes the notebook and slips it back into his backpack. He uses his shirt to wipe his eyes, grabs his shovel, and walks back outside to the field.

II - The Socialists

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Dallas once again removes his notebook and pen from his backpack. It wasn't 24 hours ago that he was ranting and raving to his mother about Shooting Star Farms, and now he has to tell her the bad news. He picks up his pen and begins to write.

Tuesday 27 March 2018

Dear Ma,

    I won't bore you too much tonight, I thought I'd just update you on what's going on. Yesterday you remember how I was talking about the new farm right? Well, the damn commies tried to take it over. So I grabbed up a tent, slung it on my back, and left out to a small place called - Dallas paused, and scratched out the name of the city, for fear he may drop the letter and somebody would discover his location -... well, shoot. Anyways, Ma, I don't think I should try to farm for other people right now. The commies got on the radio and said something about how private property leads to capitalist profit. They didn't seem to understand that I just wanted to help people, and they thought I was going to exploit people's need to eat.

    Ma, I tried. I really did. I tried advertising, moving closer to the people, but nobody was nice to me. They wanted my guns, my farm, and everything. I know what you and daddy taught me. Daddy always said "If you're in the one per cent, you better be thinking about the other ninety-nine because you owe it to them". I think it stole that from somewhere, but I don't know. Either way he's right. I tried to give away all the food I had! I had so much, and it all went bad. And then I moved, and people came by but then the Anarchist fellers told me on the radio that they wanted my gun. Then the Socialists came in and said they wanted my farm. Both of them said I'd be killed if I didn't comply. So I ran.

    I'm gonna try, Ma. I'm gonna give out the food I make, I swear. Let me just build up a surplus and keep it nice and preserved, and I'll go out looking for people to help.

    I'll be home soon Ma. Don't forget to crank the generator before you go to sleep every night. Change the filters on the purifier every month. I love you.

With everlasting love,

Your son, Dallas

Dallas wipes a small tear from the corner of his eye as he gingerly replaces the notebook to his backpack. In this moment, he can't help but wonder if he's writing letters to a dead woman.

 

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Inb4 Ma is deaded. 

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Either way, nice job! Keep it up!!

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who knows? not even i have decided yet lol. got plans for lexi though!

thanks brayces~

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2 minutes ago, Whitename said:

who knows? not even i have decided yet lol. got plans for lexi though!

thanks brayces~

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Of course! :D

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look at little jiji in love with her, ah, so cute

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Letter II is complete

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