Today, we are to draft a prose poem in the form/style of a postcard. As travelling is one of my absolute favourite things to do, I love this challenge!
My dearest friend
If you were here,
you'd love the ever-changing sky
of which McCall Smith so fondly speaks.
You'd love the smell of malt
that hangs in the air on a cold day,
and the crisp mornings;
the cry of the seagulls
and the toll of St Giles' bell at midnight.
I really wish you were with me,
to pinch me,
to make sure that this is indeed my reality.
I miss you and love you,
but there's nowhere else I'd rather be;
I'd rather have you here with me.
someone is a lucky friend
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