When your mother texts that she’s writing to you—one letter a month—you laugh out loud, startling the dog. You don’t mean to be a bitch, but it’s hard to deny the irony, the long gaps between her WhatsApp messages punctuated by one-liners like CALL ME! Fitzroy’s doing it again, and more recently, her test results—as if you’re a doctor! The next day, her first and only letter arrives, its envelope addressed to the nickname you’d not heard since childhood. Inside, a ribboned bundle of notepaper, some leaves yellowing at the edges, a lifetime of words.
Kerry Byrne lives and writes in the Fens, with a backdrop of sky-filled water and endless horizon. Her words appear in BULL, Citywide Lunch, Roi Fainéant Press, and other fine places. She is currently an assistant editor at Frazzled Lit. Find her on X @kerry__byrne and Bluesky @kerrybyrne.bsky.social.
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