Write about a spell
"Let me do the spell, I can spell, I want to spell," he babbled.
She looked at her beautiful boy. Would he ever see his father again? This day of all days, the heartsickness was strong; she did not have the energy to think of the words to write to Leslie.
"Sure you can spell, darling," she said in the quiet, weak tone that said she had no strength to argue. She smoothed the hair on his forehead with one hand. "We're going to tell Daddy we love him, and ask him to be safe." Her voice broke. It was not in his power to be safe. Sometimes she wondered if it was even in God's power. So many ifs. So much distance. So much danger.
Sean had grabbed a pencil. "I spell to Daddy," he said, scrawling "DADDY" in a child's hand.
He tore open the envelope. News from home! He was doing his duty to his country, but oh — how he missed his wife, his son... the words blurred, misted by tears:
"DADDY COME BEK SOON. MOMMY SAD A LOT IF YOU COME BEK I TINK SHE HAPY AGEN. WE PREY FOR YOU EVREY NIT. LOVE, SEAN"
(OK, I cheated, played on the word; I admit it! This is a writing exercise in partnership with Owen)