Dear Doc,
It's been a while. Hope you have been well. I still fondly remember that last cup of coffee we had together at Boulevard 66. Of course, you have no recollection of that.
I was hoping against hope that you would buy this ugly painting of this beautiful lady. I painted it myself in my younger days, but my painting skills aren't anything to write home about. So I never showed it to anyone really, just kept it to myself as a memory of my long dead mother.
When I saw the yard sale happening right at the front garden of the hospital you work at, I had to give it a shot to get your attention back. I was hoping only a coffee freak like you would even consider buying this at a yard sale.
Why all the drama you may ask. Well, if you did remember me you'd know I love myself a bit of drama hehe. Jokes aside, I am dead now, and I can not communicate with the living directly at your realm. I can only talk to the living if they set foot at boulevard 66. So I had to sneak out last night with the painting and just drop it at the yard sale.
It may all sound too ridiculous, I understand. But I miss my friend, I wish I hadn't ever sent you down to boulevard 66 which eventually lead to your memory getting wiped off. I wish you could still enjoy the best coffee to ever exist and I wish I would be able to have those intelligent discussions about coffee flavors and brewing techniques...just like old times. I wish I did so many things differently doc, but I was young and I got carried away by the lust of coffee.
Do you still grind cinnamon sticks separately and add it to your coffee ground at exactly the same ratio I taught you dear old friend?
This was a ridiculous letter, it really was. But how on earth did whoever was writing find out about my secret coffee blend!? And he's claiming he taught it to me? As I started to think hard, I realized I don't actually remember how I came up with that specific blend but anyone who has tasted coffee at my place absolutely loved it. But I never shared it anyone, not one! How did this mysterious writer know about it?
I read on..
There were so much more I wish I could have taught you. But time wasn't kind to me and my illness was hurting me too much to carry it on. There is an evil plot that is depriving humans from some of the best coffee to exist in the universe. I am sorry, I don't want to burden you with all that doc. I am trying to figure out whatever I can to reverse the injustice that has already been done. It puts me at great risk, but I am already dead remember?! What have I got to lose eh!
I remember something you once told me doc - Someone who doesn't have the fear of losing anything are the ones who can reach the peaks of their potential.
A jolt of lightning hit me at this point. I remember saying this to someone, but can't remember who it was.
The fact is doc, you have taught me as much as I have taught you. You are one of the wisest, kindest souls I have ever met. And I would do anything to keep that blessed soul intact - for there's an evil brewing in the dark doc. Stay careful my friend, stay very careful.
I wish I could tell you more, but my hands are tied (literally) by a curse and I cannot spill the beans. I am sorry, I am getting carried away again.
Someday we will have another cup of coffee again doc, and I will have a lot of stories to tell you. Stories no one in their sane mind will believe. But You will. Not that I am saying you are insane, but the "sanes" of our society aren't the wisest. A bit of eccentricity, a bit of believing in someone when no one else does creates ties that even death doesn't sever. We will meet again dear old friend.
Until then, adios!
I didn't know what to make of this letter, it had neither head nor a tail! But surprisingly, it had warmth, it had the comforting words like an old friend. I didn't know who wrote this letter, but I didn't have it in me to discard it away. I felt close to the heart. I placed it gently on my coffee table as I picked up a cup of latte. The evening breeze was starting to get cold....
This story is straightforward with no gimmicks, which is very nice.
Whenever I hear boulevard 66, I go into a mysterious zone, which somehow is so exciting.
Yes you spotted that alright 😅 I wanted make this sort of a remembrance to the friends we lost along the way as we grew up....I have lost many. We all have, and a mysterious letter was my way to tipping the hat towards them a little :)
The story continues with Boulevard 66...
Haha 😂 nice one. I see what you did there 😏
Haha I was wondering whether you guys would notice the play with words there 😅😅