We sit in silence, the garble of the television the only thing coming between us. I don’t know why I turned it on; the cacophony is messy, indecipherable, and no good to our sensitive ears. Besides, how much do I want to somber my already somber mind with events of a future so bleak thatContinue reading “Postcard #15: The Trail to Oregon”
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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”
Postcard #14: Puerto Rico Sounds
I can hear the water crash against the rocky mountains. No, wait, that can’t be right. There is no ocean near the mountains. Where am I going? Back. I am going backwards. Bright yellow lights replace the dull blue and grey. The chirps of the tropical birds pierce my ears. Where am I? I don’tContinue reading “Postcard #14: Puerto Rico Sounds”
Blank Postcard #4
Darth Vader hiccups once, just once, but it is enough to startle them. They turn to their old companion, who sleeps soundly next to them, and silently begs them to wake up. What were they supposed to do? They had no money, and they’ve never been this far before. The farmlands gave way to theContinue reading “Blank Postcard #4”
Postcard #12: Backroad Driving
I can see the weariness dragging their face down, down, down, into a dark chamber where sleep waited patiently to welcome them. ” We’ve been here long enough,” I tell them to start the engine and it hums to life with an indignant snarl. I utter a quick apology; our abandonment and neglect of DarthContinue reading “Postcard #12: Backroad Driving”
Postcards From Myself 