Welcome back for another installment of my communications posts! If you’re new to these writing exercises, I have been working my way through the alphabet, picking names at random from the first page of each letter in my name book. Since the letter ‘Q’, I have been linking together each letter in a tale of communications whether it be memos, letters etc. Today’s post shall be a diary excerpt.
I’d advise that you read the previous posts (from Q) to understand the narrative of the following short:
Today’s name picked in advance, but still at random, is:
Tait: A surname meaning cheerful (Old Norse) Also used as a masculine first name.
Quentin’s Diary Excerpt
Yesterday was the weirdest freaking day. I’m actually writing this sat under a bridge like a tramp. Yep- me, Mum, and some guy who calls himself Val are huddled under a bridge in the height of winter. We’ve been here for the best part of twenty four hours.
Val says he knows my Dad and that we’re not safe. Mum didn’t think twice- she packed our bags within minutes and screamed at me to get into the weirdo’s car. I thought she’d lost her damn mind until she showed me the letter. It had been addressed to me, but she opened it because she recognised the handwriting. I’m not sure if she was planning on keeping it from me or was waiting for the right time to bring it up. Either way, she shouldn’t have opened it.
Dad’s alive. Tait Edmonds is alive. What do you do with that information? It’s been five years. It’s hard enough to process without all this other drama. I find it hard to believe that people are after him- after us, but I guess that his fake death, Val’s sudden appearance, and Mum’s fear stems from something, right?
We’re hiding out until nightfall, then Val’s contact is delivering a car. We’re going to drive through the night until we get to Devon. Apparently, we’re meeting Dad at some secret location at noon tomorrow. I’m sure it’s going to be a barrel of laughs.
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