Before Internet, before email, they wrote love letters to each other.
She tied them with a red ribbon, secreting them away in the rafters of the attic so they wouldn’t scandalize their children.
A little Trifecta lagniappe, or a Trifextra, for the weekend. A love story challenge, written in only 33 words.
Backstory: my husband and I have been together since 1983, well before cell phones, email, Skype, Facebook or Twitter. During the early part of our college courtship, the Mister co-oped, sending him away for three months at a time. We would write each other love letters. I kept all of his to me, and he kept mine. I bound them together, placed them in an empty popcorn tin, and stored them in our attic. They would truly traumatize our kids if they were ever found and read. It’s shocking enough that we hug and kiss in front of them.