The Words I Left Behind
But as he read through it over and over, he found himself both angry and amused.
Instead of a letter, it felt more like a travel brochure.
It was full of long-winded descriptions about the beauty of Lindale City's mountains and clear, sparkling waters. How the place was a natural oxygen bar, capable of healing a soul worn out by stress—his stress, specifically.
It felt like a joke, and he couldn't help but toss the letter in frustration. He crumpled it up and threw it onto the passenger seat.
Then, he started the car and slammed his foot on the gas pedal, heading home.