I finally open it and pull out the letter. Enough’s enough.

I’d waited 392 days. Hadn’t moved, the clock stayed stopped.

You said everything you knew about us, everything you would carry with you to your next love, everything you lost sleep over, was in this letter.

The sheet’s blank.

Michael Morrison is a musician and writer from Edinburgh. His short stories are usually inspired by overheard snippets of conversation, local news headlines, and the day-to-day tales we tell ourselves and others.