Letter

Dear Martha,

I miss you dearly. Life in jail is horrible. The guards taunt me whenever I pray and it smells like mold. Many other Puritans are here too. They always complain about King James I. I live on stale bread, and sour ale. It is cold and musty down here. My cell is as small as a box, which I am sharing with two other men.
I have also heard that you have joined the pilgrims on their voyage to the new world. I hope he doesn't find you and the children and throw you in jail as well. Leave as soon as possible, its for the best.
I hope John and Dan are well, and when you write back, tell me how they are coming along.
When you get this letter, you will probably already be in the "new world". I don't think that we will be will be seeing each other for a while, so send the children my regards. I hope to reunite with you soon. I miss you so much.

Sincerely,

William



Reflection:
This piece of writing took me a lot of time. At first, I was not even going to do a letter. I was stuck and did not know which genre to write about. Then, I thought that I should continue my writing on the diary entry of "John". This was a letter from the father who was in jail.
I felt like this post REALLY belonged with the blog. I felt that it gave good info, and was so descriptive that the reader could picture the man writing in the cell.