WET LETTERs

You would have a marvelling laugh if you were here right now at my expense at the kind of odd luck I have. I would also stake my life that if you had the magical ability to turn back the hands of time and repair damages done by it, you would do so in a blink of an eye but alas, you are not here and soon, neither will I.

It seems that not only were I cursed with the lowest form of birth having been born to such a family as mine that wouldn’t be acknowledged by you in millions of years but I have also been destined to be done in by no other substance but an iceberg. It’s ironic you know, having been told that I am as welcoming as an iceberg. As it turns out, icebergs are not in the least welcoming so am freshly annoyed by that familiar insult. Who would have thought that of all the things to bring down this great ship on her great ocean voyage, it would be solidified water? Imagine my surprise when I was told that the Titanic was sinking and why it hit an iceberg. I privately concluded the poor ship was just looking for an excuse and chanced upon an iceberg.

You are probably smiling at this point wondering what fate I have with waters given that our first encounter was during my forceful and deadly baptizing at the hands of Mrs Bridgedon. I feel like the lake only delayed her justice until he could be assured victory. But you know sir, I was willing and ready to give it all in and up that day. I was ever so sure that this was the day I die and it wouldn’t be a terrible loss. I mean, what kind of life does a human collateral repayment could ever aspire to have? I bet Mr Bridgedon would have been happier with a horse from my father than a girl child sold into servitude in payment for the debt he is owed. I mean, it would only be fair since he had killed the master’s steed but he hadn’t such. I was all he had and when it came time to pay up, I was all he gave.

At this point, you must be crossed-eyed with confusion as to what is going to make me go on so. Some moments ago, the great big ship I had boarded to take me on a lifetime cruise around the world, she is called titanic decided to dump me and everyone on board in the ocean. Such a laugh right? I thought so too. The ship was famed for her sturdiness and everyone believed it was the ship to shame all ships. Everyone is running for dear life and there is hardly any way to run in the middle of the ocean.

I had also run at first, trying to get to any of the live boats but I was told quite bluntly that I couldn’t afford to board it. Can you imagine? Apparently, I don’t possess enough money to avoid an ocean burial. Isn’t it cruel and sad to see what the world has been reduced to? I am not the only one sitting in the great first-class dining room where we had been denied entrance, writing letters to our loved and cherished ones, letters we know would not make it to them and knowing that when the ship has finished her final slow descent, we would all be in alive in the bottom of the ocean. Yet, none of us is surprised or struggling to run away from our fate. Some of us, me included are almost relieved. Human beings have become so ugly that some of them are hard to look upon. You are wondering how much is the blasted fee to board the lifeboat in the first blasted place? I smile every time I think of the word blasted for I know you think everything and every one is somehow blasted to an extent. Don’t let that trouble. What am I talking about? You won’t get this letter or even if you get it, it would be forever and some days yet.

As I write, it is with tear-filled eyes that I inform you that the water steadily pouring into the thrice-cursed boat has reached my ankle and going past it. There is no question on whether I will die here. It’s only a question of when and it depends on how quickly the room fills up. You know, I wasn’t allowed inside this room after we boarded. This is the first-class dining room where there are endless choices of food to pick from. Even now, the tables are filled with foods that the people couldn’t eat. I do believe the fishes in the sea shall have a feast befitting royalty today.

Anyway, I must conclude my rambling here. I have no faith in God but if this letter makes it to you in any number of pieces, I shall endeavour to smile in my watery grave. The water at moment is past my knee and you know what my lord, I am not afraid. I have lived in every word of the meaning. I might even venture to say my life was fulfilled. I even came to know love even though I didn’t know much about bravery. I came to love you but mostly myself. No one loved me as much as I love myself and boy do I love me. That has been the coal in my train. Loving myself and lived life one day at a time until I could obtain my freedom. It’s such a colossal pity that my freedom was so short-lived. Who would have foreseen this?

I have a simple prayer you know. I pray that when I am born again, I pray that we find each other and that we may not be separated by such things as class and wealth for I believe I would have died a happier death if I had you in my life, or maybe not. One could never tell. The opium that I have taken if finally kicking in with a vengeance. You don’t think I would allow myself to drown with all my faculty present? Tell me, do you suppose our bodies might be found later? I don’t think it will be but I do hope.

I shall place this letter in a wooden box and hope it floats to you somehow.

Lord Haden Humphrey Hampton the 3rd, you were a fine gentleman and I wish you well. I pray you to think of me when the lake is cold and windy is noisy for such was the day you saved me from the lake so that I may drown in a bigger body of water, the ocean. Isn’t that grand?

Good life.

Yours sincerely

Felicia Eh.