Connor is in an airplane going to Belgium and is reading Melinda's last postcard (again). So, she writes romance novels it seems and has been doing so for a while. He pictures her hands at a typewriter - it's cold and she's wearing knitted gloves with no fingers. Delicate fingers are hitting the keys with confidence. There is a fire in the background keeping the hotel room warm.....
Connor shakes his head as if to wake himself up. Stop daydreaming! Finish the postcard! He doesn't have an ink pad with him so he decides to try the grape juice he had with breakfast. Success! Ooops - he spills the juice on his trousers. Ah well, he needed some new ones anyway. Luckily it wasn't his fedora!
12 comments:
wonderful whimsy and fun story to be contd.!!!!
Lovely photo!
Now I could sit there, listening to the water going through the weel, like forever... Yes, I really could use a break right now! Wonderful photo!
Looking forward to next weeks chapter! :)
so glad he didn't cry over spilled grape juice and even glader (is so a word) that his hat is fine.
Hmmmmm, a lot of spilling going on this week. My character spilled too! Like your photo.
Like the photo and the story.
Jen x
oh what a perfect place to live!!! Lovely descriptive piece about him reading and daydreaming :D XXX
Trembling hands - it must be a sign of love! Beautiful mill scene in your postcard.
Janet xx
beautiful carte postale...and the photo is so calming...aloha.
Such a soothing photo. Cute story too!
grape juice haha love it, ingenious..
I am sure I have been there. Great story!
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