The mall downtown sent me a rather clever postcard yesterday.
The photo is of a purse on a pink background. It is a lovely purse. Just the kind I'd love to own.
The message reads:
I hope you remember me.
I'm the handbag that held your gaze when you passed by, not long ago, on the Lane. In those brief seconds I could see our life together like we'd already lived it. Long strolls in the city -- weekends in the country -- always holding each other close.
I'm still here -- waiting for your return. I hope we meet again. Who knows what wonderful things lay in store for us.
Until then, I'll remain an empty vessel, alone and unfulfilled.
With love and anticipation,
The August Rundown
2 weeks ago