William Wood

The Heroes of Howlin Ridge

My Dearest Virginia, It has been almost a year since I last felt the gentle warmth of your touch or heard the soft melody of your voice. Three years since I last gazed into your deep, indigo eyes. Every day apart, the memory of our love fades like a dream faced with the hard light of morning. I cling tightly to the heart-shaped locket you sent me in hopes that it will keep our connection strong. I swear to you, Virginia, some nights I can feel your heartbeat right next to mine.