Postcard Stories

Postcard stories, which are often associated with images, are written so short that they can fit on the back of postcards, as the name suggests. This piece was inspired by the image below, a hypothetical snapshot of a moment in time.

Sunlight melted onto the canopy of rock that we sat within, awaiting the loss and return of daytime. We decided to seek shelter from a long-awaited storm that never arrived, now finding ourselves huddled together to protect ourselves from the mercilessly cold air. The distant rushing of water and squawking of passing birds echoed around the cave, the sound of our laughter and hushed voices drowned out from the outside world. It was a satisfying feeling, being able to voice secrets you otherwise would not have the heart to, all without the rest of the world finding out. We told each other the deepest of secrets, my dear friend, that evening as the colours in the sky melted into one another. My heart aches for another moment such as that; being in a city full of people just isn’t the same anymore after such an experience. You may find me selfish to long for such a feeling, considering what I have now is much more stable and long term. I do admire my own family now, but I do not find a grain of remorse in missing that part of my life; the part of my life in which I had shared with you. I truly hope that you are doing well now, that where ever you lay now you are happy. I miss you with every day that passes; your presence just is not the same when you are trying to spend time with somebody ten feet below the surface. I know that if you were here with me right now, reading over my shoulder as I wrote this letter to you, I know that you would find it absolutely silly that I’m writing a postcard to somebody who no longer roams this earth. Regardless, I hope you receive this, one way or another. I hope that your heart does not ache at the thought of our time together as mine does.