34.) Letter*
With the technology available, it was exceedingly rare to receive a personal handwritten letter. Given how uncommon it was, it should have been rather simple to find the anonymous sender. It wasn't.
If it was just a single letter, then Chris wouldn't have worried about it. Even if the letter had given him the chills. He wasn't just dealing with one letter though, he was dealing with half a dozen letters every single day for the last two weeks. They never arrived the same way either.
Glancing at his latest letter, Chris didn't even try to hide his wince. If it wasn't considered evidence he wouldn't hesitate to burn the pink monstrosity in the blink of an eye.
The envelope and paper were not only a light pink, they were both rose-scented and decorated with slightly darker pink roses. Even the ink used was pink, the handwriting looking like something that a lovestruck teenage girl would use in a diary.
At least there was nothing threatening in the content of the letters, not yet in any case. Although the latest letter appears to be the last he would be receiving. His secret admirer, what his stalker had been signing the letters with, would be using a new method to contact him.
Chris dearly hoped that his 'secret admirer' would be found before he was kidnapped and taken to a hotel in Vegas for a shotgun wedding.
Written: 7-17-2011
Word Count: 236