Postcard #20: Iceland Round Two

“So where to now?” they ask as we finally pull ourselves away from the roof, away from the tantalizing music that finally came to an end. Eventually, we have to pull ourselves away from dreams because they either must end in order to move on and continue with reality or else they prevent us fromContinue reading “Postcard #20: Iceland Round Two”

Postcard #17: Highway to Maine

It is quiet. The air is still except from our soft breathes gently rippling the calm pond. Our voices are strained and weary, yet full of stories battering hard at the walls, desperately trying to dislodge the stone. I drive. Gradually, the mountains slip away, shrinking into the background until the tallest point is onlyContinue reading “Postcard #17: Highway to Maine”

Postcard #16: Going South to North Carolina

The snow finally stops, with only a few flakes still drifting across the parking lot, swirling in one final performance before the white sky lifts its curtain and reveals the sparkling, clear night waiting to take the stage. They look behind their shoulder at the hotel, but the curtains are closed and their benefactor remainsContinue reading “Postcard #16: Going South to North Carolina”

Blank Postcard #6

Through the icy window I watch them slink out of the hotel, their hands shoved deeply inside their jean pocket. I should go after them, but I can’t. My feet are rooted in obstinacy. Where are they going? It doesn’t matter. Will they be okay? I do not care. The energy is zapped, stolen, andContinue reading “Blank Postcard #6”

Postcard #15: The Trail to Oregon

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”

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”