The Pack of Postcards



A few days later, a small parcel arrived in the mail for Crow, with several more hand-painted postcards tucked inside.

Her second cousin had extended her stay in high-desert country, packing up her watercolors and her sketchpads before flying farther afield, where she’d discovered strikingly lovely yet infinitely strange mountain ranges, all surrounded by huge expanses of wide-open space.

Crow gathered the postcards and paid a visit to Rabbit’s tea shop, where everyone oohed and aahed at the painted depictions of massive rocky outcroppings; red-tinted, undulating mountains; snow in the high peaks; and rolling green hills, tinged with eerie sunlight.


(Early June 2024)


Story © Jennifer McClain Singleton / Read+Purr
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