fantasy – Postcards From Myself

Blank Postcard #17

I see the kid in the red pullover jacket sitting alone at a table, with nothing but a water bottle covered in a motley array of stickers and a journal. Their head is bowed, and they scribble furious, ripping pages here and there in frustration. One such paper flies my way, the wind carrying itContinue reading “Blank Postcard #17”

Blank Postcard #8

“Can you tell me another story?” they ask laying back on the roof to watch the oncoming display of stars. They are still getting ready, some already eager to step onto the stage and dazzle the world with their brilliance. One is too eager and falls from the stage, a beautiful blue streak shooting headfirstContinue reading “Blank Postcard #8”

Blank Postcard #5

I wake up staring at a blank ceiling. I blink. Where am I? Ah, yes the plain walls are boxing me in, trapping me like a wild animal. Or is it protecting me? I walk to the window and see a white blanket covering the street, the car, the gas station. I am still inContinue reading “Blank Postcard #5”