What Rachel didn’t know about the letters she wrote to Private First Class Moralez was that sometimes he ate them. He would read them from beginning to end and then he would lick the paper. He would run his finger along the jagged edges where Rachel had torn the paper from her spiral notebook, imagining her fingers pulling on the page and the tightly coiled metal resisting as it ripped.
Denise H. Long lives and writes in Lincoln, Nebraska. She works as a copy editor and an English instructor. In her spare time, she is also a wife, and a mother to two young boys. You can find her occupying a tiny chunk of the Internet at denisehlong.com.