Dear, Everyone...

 

Milk Wood

"Dear Everyone, I..." And that was it. The letter was never completed. The police tried to figure it out. Everyone? Who? What statement would follow that lonely "I"? And where was the author of the letter? The police searched the house. They searched around the house. They canvassed the entire neighborhood. They opened emergency phone lines. The tips were worthless. After a month, the police gave up. A year later, a neighbor received a letter saying "I remember now." No sender address, no fingerprints, no DNA, no clues. Just that one line, written in the unmistakable handwriting of his neighbor.

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