Disclaimer: Eerie Queerie and the characters/settings thereof are the copyrighted property of Shuri Shiozu. I'm making no profit from this piece of fiction, and it's written purely for my own enjoyment.
That said…It's quite short. Written for the "Letters" challenge on ghost100.
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His desk and wastebasket were overflowing with crumpled pieces of paper, half-written letters that he couldn't seem to finish. Mitsuo sighed, pushed his hand though his hair yet again-making it even messier than usual-and added another to the heap. He reached for a clean sheet, picked up his pen. Starting out, as he had a hundred times before, he wrote, tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth, crossing out and rewriting every few words. Who would have known that two little words could be so hard to say?
Dear Mom and
Dad,
There's something I need to tell you...