Blank Postcard #11

I dive, into a tailspin with no end in sight. The coaster dips and turns, eventually directing itself around one, two, three loops before torpedoing downwards, then spiraling upwards. It’s enough to make the anxious nauseated, the adrenaline junkie thrilled. Around and around, the story plays because that is what it always does, whether inContinue reading “Blank Postcard #11”

Postcard #23: Savannah Jungle

Up, up, up we went, the tracks clicking as we are closer to the crest. Suddenly, we stop, and our cart rests right at the top of the roller coaster. I look down at the little dots moving like ants below, some probably wondering what is going on. I shift my attention out to theContinue reading “Postcard #23: Savannah Jungle”

Postcard #22: California Dreaming

The boat thumps against the dock, jerking us forward. ” Sorry!” calls the sailor, his apologetic tone slightly slurs, indicating he had been asleep and wakening at the last possible minute. “Where are we?” my companion asks as they stretch, crossing their arms behind their neck and rolling their neck back and forth. “Give meContinue reading “Postcard #22: California Dreaming”

Postcard #21: The Mariner’s Tale

The car nearly collides into the boat. My mind, caught in a trap by the beautiful rise of the sun, drifts from the road and I neglect the gas pedal, letting Darth Vader glide seamlessly off the road and into the marina. Thump, thump, thump. The wheels bounce off the deck, and I finally slamContinue reading “Postcard #21: The Mariner’s Tale”

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”

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”

Postcard #19: Jolly Old England

The music fades. The sweet aroma hangs in the air, lingering as an aftertaste. We sit on the roof, our legs dangling over the side, and watch the people pass us by beneath the pink and purple of the falling sun. Another day is sweeping us by, but that does not matter. I am inContinue reading “Postcard #19: Jolly Old England”

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”