Sense Memory
Sense Memory
They say that if you shut off one of the fives senses, the others boost themselves to compensate. It’s also said that each one of the five senses can trigger a different memory. Phoenix has all five of his senses traumatized.
Sight
Letter of Intent
“When you notice something clearly and see it vividly, it then becomes sacred” -Alan Ginsberg
“Papa, you’ve got mail!” Trucy chirped as she bounced into the office. She was slightly flushed and had an excited look on her face.
“Thanks Trucy,” Phoenix regarded her through a furrowed brow as he took the letter from her. “You seem extra excited today…what’s going on?”
“You are looking at the newest employee at the Wonderbar!” Trucy bowed as she flashed her 100-watt grin.
“Congratulations! I knew your practice would pay off!” He gave the excited girl a hug.
“I’m gonna make us some tea. This is a special occasion. Plus, its cold outside.” She shivered to exaggerate her point, then bounded into the inner office to start the tea.
Phoenix chuckled to himself. But his mood became serious when he read the name on the parchment envelope. ‘Miles Edgeworth’. Bitterness and anger flooded into his mind as he walked over to the one bookcase that survived the ‘Trucy makeover’. He spent several years writing Miles without any response. Revenge was bittersweet. Phoenix was just about to toss the letter into the blue shoe box he kept the letters from Miles over the last six years, when something on the backside of the envelope caught his eye. It was taped. Miles was a man of detail; he sealed all his letters with a thin layer of magenta wax for crying out loud, and he would’ve put the letter in a new envelope before he dreamed of taping it shut. Did Trucy read his letter? He shoved that idea aside. She had never read any other of his letters, beside the fact that the wax had never been broken. Whenever she asked about Miles, he would give her some her a vague recollection of who he was. It pained him to go into any detail. They had parted on bad terms, and he didn’t want to have anything to do with Miles any more, if he could help it. Then, the letters started coming, and Phoenix was frustrated and resentful. He threw the first one away, but later went digging for it. He didn’t have the courage to read it, knowing it would be an apology or an explanation for Miles’s sudden departure after getting disbarred. Phoenix wasn’t sure what hurt worse, the fact that his friend left him in his time need, or that he left with no explanation. It didn’t matter, he had Trucy now, and that smile made all the difference in the world.
Sighing, Phoenix carefully opened the envelope. There were two sheets, each matching the envelop, each folded neatly into threes, each bearing Miles’s neat penmanship. It swirled and looped beautifully around the pages.
His hands shook as he read the first letter.
‘Dear Phoenix, I am not sure why I write this, after receiving no response from you in the past several years, I’m not sure why this letter would illicit a response. I tried to think of a way to get you to read at least this letter, since I do have some very important news to tell you. I know you have seen my little habits and insecurities enough to spot the tape on the envelope and know that that is not like me. I only hope I have caught your attention enough that you are reading this now. I write to you to tell you that I have evidence that could possibly put your ‘friend’ Kristoph in a bit of a jam, and possibly in jail for a very long time. I won’t tell you about it in this letter, however, I would like to hear your voice. I would like you to call me, and I will explain everything.’
‘Yours, Miles Edgeworth’
P.S. I have enclosed a copy of my first letter explaining my actions of the past. Please read it, Phoenix, I need to hear from you.’
Phoenix couldn’t move. Reading Miles handwriting brought back memories of his youth and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to revisit those memories.
