If You

by Richard Rippon

It would have been wrong to say anything romatic, ridiculous even. It took me two hours to decide what to write. I sealed the envelope and left in on the mantel with the rest of the mail. When I heard the keys in the door, I came downstairs and she was just opening it up to read it. She looked at me, tears welling up in her bright green eyes and she nodded. She then looked back at the message on the bright pink card: If you try, I'll try.


Richard Rippon lives in the North East of England. His stuff can be found here. (Click here to make a donation to Richard, half of which will support 6S.)