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Martin Stannard
LETTERS FROM THE SLIPPER KING
Letter 1 (9/1/2009)
Dear Bluebird,
It's not about writing what you know, or writing what other people know, it's about writing what you don't know you're going to find out. And please don’t forget to bring some of those scrumptious apple cakes when you come on Sunday.
Yours,
The Slipper King
Letter 2 (27/1/2009)
Dear Bluebird,
Happiness and reward come to those who are deserving, apparently. That's what it says here in the instruction manual. Alternatively, you can take a look in the mirror and if you don't like what you see, take it back to the store and demand a refund.
Nothing is connected, at least not in the way you think. Accept this opinion.
Yours,
The Slipper King
Letter 3 (5/2/2009)
Dear Bluebird,
Thank you for the invitation to come nestle under your wing. Should I accept, it will be only for a short while. Because of some disapprovals, I cannot stay long, and will be forced to fly.
Today I saw your name writ in the clouds, but it was destroyed by planes.
Yours,
The Slipper King
Letter 4 (22/2/2009)
Dear Bluebird,
Thank you for the photographs. So many people in the world are strangers to me but it's always interesting to see some new ones. The one you call Waldo appears to be larger in the head than the rest; where is it from?
Obsession is not a good thing. I must convince you of this; I will make it my life's work.
Yours,
The Slipper King
Letter 5 (11/3/2009)
Dear Bluebird,
The fruit you sent is most interesting. At first I thought it was a large stone. Then I thought it was a potato. Then I thought it was a large stone again. Against my better judgement I took a cleaver and hacked it into two halves and investigated its insides. I have eaten it, and I'm awaiting the results. The doctor's phone number is by my side as I write this.
I trust you, you know that. But if I die because of eating this gift, a gift that was sent with love, I will blame you into the afterlife. You know that also.
Yours,
The Slipper King
Copyright © Martin Stannard, 2009
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