Short Story Series: 'A Letter To Alice' 004 (semi-finale).

Timi, I had a dream. In my dream, there was a man in his 50s, sipping a cup of ginger tea one evening -just before the sun thought about going down. He sat on a chair in his backyard, reading a book about love and life. One moment, he smiled, sipped some tea again, then continued to read. Well, his house was small and quiet; there were electric power and food. Apparently, he had been there within the fences for weeks. I could tell this from the ease in his smile and peace in his mind. That man, Tim, was you. I was not sleeping when I had this dream; I was only thinking of you in a good light. Don't bother about dying -we all will die someday, anyway. Don't fear that you'll exit the world without anyone knowing. There are a good number of people that will always value you, and I'm one. I'll notice if only I would be alive by then, too. Smiles. Tim, life doesn't have to be a bed of roses, just a strand of hope is good enou...