Short and Sweet

Postcard (+ extension!!)

This time, it was another hand drawn one! The city scape of London was so beautiful you sat at a cafe for an hour to draw it, was what you said. It's nice to see you having such a good time travelling the world, especially after your rough teenage years.//50 words

Essentially a daily routine already, I stopped by the once-untouched mailbox outside my house, sticking my hand in and grasping blindly at possible letters or parcels for me. My whole body tingled with excitement as my hand retracted with a deep navy envelope in it and I couldn't wait to take the few steps into my tiny (humble, not tiny) apartment so I skipped steps up to the place I call home, and dumped my stuff on the countertop before quickly settling into the softest sofa in the world. Grabbing the sword-like letter opener that had found its place on the coffee table in front, I carefully sliced open the envelope, slightly trembling fingers delicately pulling out the postcard within. It had a lovely hand-drawn picture of London, the iconic Big Ben standing tall in the background while tiny shop houses were lined up from the midground up to the foreground. The whole picture was cast in an magical light, as what appears to be a drizzle was happening at that time, thus tiny raindrops filled the drawing, and it was absolutely stunning. After taking my time to admire the drawing, I flipped the card around, where your tiny handwriting was waiting for me. In your letter, you briefly spoke about how you were currently in London, and that you were planning on moving down to Scotland after spending a couple more days there. You spoke about how much joy you were getting from this journey around the world and I could almost picture you sitting in a cafe drawing the picture and writing the letter as I read through it. Almost, because I was slowly forgetting how my dear Sister looked, after not being back for the past two years. With a gentle smile on my face, I picked up the letter and walking to my room, opened up a tin box with enclosed all of the previous postcards from everywhere you've been, not even one of them missing. I guess it symbolises how much I miss you. Come back soon.

A/n: some explanation on this! It's been a Long time since I've updated this I know! I've actually got many backed up and ready to go, I just haven't found the time to come and post. So when someone gave me this word, I felt the need to write more, to place a story behind it, and looking back, I know why. 'Postcard' is a very open word, the amount of stories that can come from that one word is so big, and this is just one of many other possibilities.