The postcard arrived with no message, only dated initials.
A rising blanket of lake fog hung between the red rock shore and looming mountains.
She stroked the image, moved again by his ability to capture beauty through a wide lens. Where he chose to focus, that’s what drove them apart.
Lee DeAmali resides in Los Angeles, working with numbers during the day, and binge reading and writing short fiction when she can.
Wow I love this. One of my favorites in a long time. It paints a beautiful picture and tells a story at the same time.
This is eloquent in its melancholy. Well-done!