Postcard Fiction

I wrote it a thousand times on my 1940’s typewriter, practiced the words mentally a million times, mouthed the sentence into my pillow every night for years – but only said it once, aloud, to your casket.

I enjoy one-sentence flash fic. This one was prompted by the photo one one of these cute little postcards I ordered that came in yesterday. Part of that project I mentioned last entry, that I've decided to name Postcard Fiction. I'm really enjoying the idea a lot now that I've had time to mull it over more. I have so many cards now, and I bought a few stamps to play with and I think I can have a bit of fun to pass around throughout the year.