Postcards [55-word story] | 3
They’d met in Hong Kong.
He used to send postcards -- not often, but enough to show a continuing interest. From Borneo, from Australia (various cities) -- then he’d been in Italy a long time. Milan, Rome, somewhere near Firenze. She kept them in a box. Three years of this. Now back.
“Hong Kong looks different,” he remarked.
He used to send postcards -- not often, but enough to show a continuing interest. From Borneo, from Australia (various cities) -- then he’d been in Italy a long time. Milan, Rome, somewhere near Firenze. She kept them in a box. Three years of this. Now back.
“Hong Kong looks different,” he remarked.
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