Dear Esther Fan Fiction
Chapter One (Dear Esther) The office is dusty, clambering with junk mail and an old typewriter. “They must have given you your vaccinations with a phonographic needle.” Is what he said to me last, laughing up a storm in our once homely light house by the sea. My flash light fell to the floor causing the many letters he left me most of which I never bothered to read, fly out of my hands and flutter to the ground around my feet. He was a true insane genius. Writing was the only thing he loved to do… That, and well, hiking the dirt trails with me. Reading and listening to old records; now scattered and torn across the floor. Along with his music sheets, scatted as well. His violin piece was the perfect accompaniment for a long day’s work. I p...