Family
by Sophia Jirafe 

Classification: 155 word story
Rating: G
Feedback: skepticgirl@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: 1013 owns them; no infringement intended

Summary: Too many years and too much space.

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Dear Dana,

This is...well, shit, this is really hard. If I weren't such a dickhead I
would've called you. Thus fades the Scully courage.

I miss you, sis. I love you. I'm sorry I left you to the tender mercies of
Big Bad Bill. Okay? I'm sorry.

You probably want to know about me. It's the same--Nairobi is Nairobi, the
UN bangs its head against the wall, and I'd kill for a Snickers.

Not to sound banal, but how's life? Still working on the stiffs? Got a
boyfriend? Still breaking hearts like you were at Sacred Heart?

Bill sent me a Christmas card with a picture of his kid two years ago.
That kills me. Like any of us are cut out for parenthood, after being
Private Scully, age five.

Write me sometime. I do love you, you know.

--Charlie


She drops the letter. The child turns within her, and she does not cry.