Prose Exercise – Write a story in which a letter is found behind a mirror.
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My dearest William,
Forgive me for writing, forgive that I have not found the courage to hand deliver this to you in person at the garden party two weeks ago, where I saw you for the third time.
I have battled with my inner feelings so, moreover the last few weeks and even now as I put pen to paper, I struggle. I know not, even as I write, to summon the courage to give this to you and if I do, how would I do this? For it must be with the utmost discretion.
Each time I see you, my heart does flutter, like the wings of a dove set free, alas, I am not free. Nor shall I ever be.
Like the dove my heart soars, every time I hear the mere mention of your name, or as fortune permits that I see you and it saddens me so that our lives are not intertwined.
My love for you is greater than all the treasures in this earth and yet I am alone, so very alone.
I wish to be unshackled from the life that I have now, that I may walk with you amongst our friends, our heads held high, or perhaps if I may be so bold, in the gardens alone.
I dream of you William, I blush as I tell you this. Modesty, I have none at this time, my thoughts and forgive me, my desire for you, would, in the eyes of others be seemingly wicked and un-lady like, yet they are thoughts I cannot control or keep to myself any longer.
Your fun for life, humours me greatly and something that I sorely miss in mine.
I know that I shall never be free, or that you would even consider the prospect of us ever meeting, but I write this nonetheless.
I ask for exoneration dearest William for taking the liberty of airing my feelings towards you, for I feel that you do not even know of my existence. There was a glimmer of a smile in my direction, or I hoped that it was for me, a smile that bound my heart to yours.
I must be brave and console myself that you perhaps may feel as I do? Did you see my blushing cheeks as I fanned myself, not from the heat of the warm summer day, but the feelings that rose in me.
Have you noticed me amongst our friends? Though I am a woman spoken for, my relationship is an unhappy one, this is why I present my desires for you, shamelessly and wanton. I ask only one question of you and I pray your answer is the one I am longing to hear.
Will you meet with me my love?
Mary
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