My dearest wife,
I have survived my first year in this unfamiliar country where I have staked our claim. The land is harsh: a hillside covered with rocks, barren trees and soil cursed with sand, stone and more rocks. However, there is a meager stream over which I have built a simple stone structure. It has one room, a doorway, a window and a slate roof. The slate was a surprise, and I pray, will bring us our fortune as we have an abundant supply.
I have enclosed money for your passage and eagerly await our reunion.
Your loving husband,
(Based on “Photo by Piya Singh“, madison-woods.com, Friday Fictioneers, September 07, 2012.)