SHORT STORY: Hey, you
Hey, you It's older you. A letter from a stranger. Unsigned. No return address. Weeks ago, she had reached out to her favourite band’s official fan club in France; could this be their reply? How exciting! "Hey, you! Hello, I am your adult self, a woman with over five decades of damage and years. I am writing to warn you, because there is still time, and I know you are idealistic and a fighter, one of those who thinks she will make it and will have everything she has planned for herself; because I know you are honest and believe that as you sow, so shall you reap, and that everyone ultimately receives their basket of fruit. Don’t look at me like that; it’s me, yourself, the one who knows how this race ends and that you won’t win (no, unless you listen to me). Don’t look at this letter with that look of disbelief. I’m not a ghost; I am the one who loves you most, the only one who has ever loved you, in fact, since you set out into the world with a plan, strength, energy,...