Pen Pals

___Pen Pals___


Bit of a strange thought that just occurred to me whilst surfing, it’s well, strange but I wanted to write it so if you’re here you must be reading it! It’s harmless fluff really awww.

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He sat at the computer, He only had half an hour, and even Royalty get no favours in a war zone. He checked his emails, usual stuff,

“No” Harry Wales sighed “I don’t want to make my boobs bigger” as he deleted the junk that had got through his filter, if the stiffs at home got wind that he had a hotmail address, well, he would be in deep shit, not to mention the hoards of screaming twelve year olds that followed him and his brother everywhere, if they got a hold of the address, that would cause a major incident, probably.

Something caught Harry’s eye, it was an email from the services pen pal alerts, he had signed up ages ago, for fun really. Hadn’t really expected anyone to reply, of course he’d not put his real name on it, or anything that hinted who he was, done himself down really. He read the email.

‘Hi there,
How are you doing out there in Afghanistan? Weather’s cold back home, snow and Ice. What do you do in the Army? I’m a widowed mum from Scotland, work as a nurse in a prison. Don’t really have an exciting life, just really wanted to cheer a soldier up who’s missing home! Hope you are well and we can chat soon,
Katie XXXX’

Harry smiled to himself, deciding that he’d reply, this was one way he could be anonymous, not a ‘celebrity’ as him and the rest of his family seem to have become. He could have a little fun like he’d had with a messenger account once, got a lot of views on his family when he got them talking, not knowing who he was. He found it amusing, his father had not. Really pissed him off that one had.

‘Hi Katie,
You’re right, I am missing home, it’s damn hot out here, the air is really dry. I’d love to throw a snowball, sand doesn’t have quite the same effect…lol. It’s nice of you to email, it’s the only reply I’ve had. I’m an officer, active service, can’t really say much more. Anyway, drop me another email, we check them when the enemy takes a break from blowing us to bits! Happy snowballing! Hope you’re well,

Selaw XX

He hit the send button, wincing as a wet towel thwacked him around the back of the head.

“C’mon Wales, stop wanking off to whatever dirty bird you got on there, grubs up!”

Harry laughed “Coming” he replied clearing the screen ready for the next user,

“Sure you are mate, dirty bastard!” snorted his friend.


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Katie McDean yawned as she checked her emails, she was knackered, and her face hurt where a prisoner had took her refusal for strong painkillers personally. She waded through the usual crap that clogged up her inbox, seeing the pen pal message. She read it, smiling to herself. She decided to send a reply, poor guy, she couldn’t imagine doing what they did, it must be terrifying.

‘Hey Selaw,

How’s things, thanks for the email, can’t believe I was your only reply! That’s shocking. I’ve been working all day, stroppy prisoners, where about’s in London are you from, my husband and I used to live in Tottenham, before he died, myself and my son moved here after he died, I wanted to get as far away as possible. We live in a little cottage on the cliff edge, at the end of the road, no further than us! It’s damn cold sometimes but there’s a paddock big enough for my horse and my son can play without getting flattened, so that’s my main concern. Hope you are OK. Without wanting to sound sad, I really do appreciate everything our services do for us.
Anyway, take care until next time,

Katie XXX