“Before I continue, I want to give you this,” I say to them as I scrummage through the mess, searching for the paper. I pull it out, smoothing the edges with the palm of my hand. But no matter how hard I press, the wrinkles will never fade. “What is this?” they ask, taking theContinue reading “The First Blank Card”
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Postcard #8 Bahamian Rhapsody
They were a different sort of people from the ones I knew, but that was a good thing. However, it took some time to realize they were different, they were good because for some time I thought their outside hid the trolls and ogres, swamp monsters and demons lurking on the inside. Despite their gestures-Continue reading “Postcard #8 Bahamian Rhapsody”
Postcard #7 Hot Dam, Welcome to Amsterdam
I don’t think I slept for twenty four hours; the excitement bubbled inside me, refusing to simmer and and eventually dissolve until the plane had landed and I had found her. As usual, I found myself rushing to the gate because I apparently enjoy a challenge and the thrill of nearly missing a flight. Fortunately,Continue reading “Postcard #7 Hot Dam, Welcome to Amsterdam”
Postcard #6: Homeward Bound
We trudge through the sand, which builds higher and higher the closer we approach the walkway. Clearly someone did not want us skipping leg day. I am trying not to huff and puff, as I pride myself on my athletic ability despite my frailing age, but by the time we reach the street I amContinue reading “Postcard #6: Homeward Bound”
Postcard #5: Hawaiian Sunset
I can hear a soft hum ringing in my head, but I ignore it, enjoying the sleep that evades me from time to time. Only when I hear my god awful singing to a beautiful song do my eyes snap wide open. ” Please, don’t. Not while other people are around,” I say miserably. ”Continue reading “Postcard #5: Hawaiian Sunset”
Postcard #4: The Scottish Walls
It is nice, sitting in the sand, with my young self beside me and sharing stories I have not been able to share with anyone else. They lay on their back, their eyes shut as the warm sun casts its alluring spell and bringing them into a soft sleep. I don’t fall asleep easily, yetContinue reading “Postcard #4: The Scottish Walls”
Postcard #3: Backyard Games
There was once a trail behind our house that ran along what was called the Gunpowder River. I don’t know much of its history because I didn’t pay that much attention to it; I prefered running around and exploring between the bushes, the rocks, the fallen branches for anything that looked appealing, such as aContinue reading “Postcard #3: Backyard Games”
Postcard #2: Iceland Round One
” Why are you starting here?” they say as I tell them of the destination I had in mind. I roll my eyes; I was definitely the kind of child that always asked ” Are we there yet?” about fifty million times if I didn’t have my face pressed against a window imagining a giantContinue reading “Postcard #2: Iceland Round One”
Postcard #1
I watch the seagull waddle along the shoreline, its yellow beak searching for something to pick up. But there is nothing but broken shells and thin strands of seaweed blowing listlessly across the sand. Dejected, the seagull takes off, flapping its wings hard against the crosswind, and I follow it, watching as it flies furtherContinue reading “Postcard #1”