These postcards describe an imaginary coast. They are sample stories, not travel recommendations.
Postcard one: the harbor
Dear friend,
The harbor is smaller than the map made it seem. Two boats would almost fill it, and this morning there are exactly two. One has a blue sail. The other appears to have been painted the color of yesterday’s sky.
I found a table facing the water and ordered something warm. The postcard rack beside the door showed the same view in four seasons. I chose the empty card instead.
Postcard two: the inland path
The path behind the harbor climbs through a stand of low trees. From the top, the sea looks like another sheet of paper laid beneath the hills. The houses are so small that a finger could hide the whole village.
On the back of the card
- Weather: enough wind to turn a page.
- Sound: a rope tapping against a mast.
- Something to remember: the blue cup on the harbor table.
I will leave the rest unwritten. A postcard needs a little empty space for whatever the reader brings to it.
Until the next imaginary stop.
