Stardate: June 1, 3999
Ralph,
It has been too long since we'e seen each other. Sometimes I think we have come round full circle again into the life of new lives. My impatience talks through me. I dreaded to read about your ship, stranded in the black maw of space at a dull outpost. Please, you must tell me more of your wondrous hunting expeditions, darling. You have such a way with words. It would come alive for me as I wait for you to come back.
What happened love? Why did it end? What tribulations and trials did you and your band of brothers suffer before the thing failed? And please, do not stint on detail as you know I want to know the whole bloody truth, since you are not here with me. I sit in the cafe at times with my bitter espresso and watch shooting stars through the viewports, through the steam rising in my cup. Lately, I have not been able to come and sit and lounge as freely as I was once able to. I stay in my rooms more these days. It gets so stuffy in the station. The air-conditioning is not working properly. Anyway, I have a better view in our quarters here, in our tower bedroom. I wait for you, husband, when you arrive, with your band of brothers in your starry wake, looking toward celebration of warmth, ecstasy and love.
Dearest,
Magdalene
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Saturday, August 9, 2014
My Dearest Magdalene
Stardate: May 1, 3999
My dearest Magdalene,
It is with both great excitement and trepidation that I am writing to you. The hunt for the Starry Lathe has fallen apart. Once we were all intrepid adventures voyaging across the inner arm of the Milky Way on our wild, hot-blooded chase. Now, well, I fear to reveal all that has happened as it would be a great humiliation for me and my men. It has made me rethink my life. Certainly not with you. If anything, I am even more eager to be with you than ever before. So, I am coming to you. Look for me in the stars each night before you go to sleep. One day I will be with you.
As for my trepidation. The ship I have bought a ticket on to journey back is in bad working order and I am so very far away. The engines are weak and are going out and when they shall be fixed the captain cannot say, for he is of poor means and little influence. He is not a captain in any official capacity but a civilian with a few ships and a means to make a little money carting people here and there. Or did have the means. Anyway, we are stranded, I hate to say it, on a lonely star port in the middle of nowhere. Though the heavens are beautiful as always, none so beautiful as the soft shape of your face and the stars in your dark eyes. Until I see you again, my dearest Magdalene. I long to be with you again.
Love,
R. Vaughn
My dearest Magdalene,
It is with both great excitement and trepidation that I am writing to you. The hunt for the Starry Lathe has fallen apart. Once we were all intrepid adventures voyaging across the inner arm of the Milky Way on our wild, hot-blooded chase. Now, well, I fear to reveal all that has happened as it would be a great humiliation for me and my men. It has made me rethink my life. Certainly not with you. If anything, I am even more eager to be with you than ever before. So, I am coming to you. Look for me in the stars each night before you go to sleep. One day I will be with you.
As for my trepidation. The ship I have bought a ticket on to journey back is in bad working order and I am so very far away. The engines are weak and are going out and when they shall be fixed the captain cannot say, for he is of poor means and little influence. He is not a captain in any official capacity but a civilian with a few ships and a means to make a little money carting people here and there. Or did have the means. Anyway, we are stranded, I hate to say it, on a lonely star port in the middle of nowhere. Though the heavens are beautiful as always, none so beautiful as the soft shape of your face and the stars in your dark eyes. Until I see you again, my dearest Magdalene. I long to be with you again.
Love,
R. Vaughn
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