Postcards

Pic coming soon!

A postcard of the Hollywood sign fluttered downward, freed from its place as bookmark in "Art in America".  Brian picked it up absently and set it on the kitchen counter with the half-dozen postcards that had been in Justin's carry-on.

With a frown, he gathered the stack and carried it into the living area where a larger set of postcards were scattered across the coffee table. He gathered them up and noticed another stack propping up the TV remote.

Adding those postcards to the pile, Brian headed towards the bedroom, stopping to pick up the three stacks of postcards left along the bedroom ledges.

A large stack of postcards sat under the box of tissues on Justin's nightstand, and more were strewn on, and in, the dresser.

Brian checked Justin's mostly-unpacked suitcase and found another ten cards.

Curiosity and annoyance spurred him to make a full circuit of the loft, netting seven more groups of postcards. The whole pile was more than two inches tall and Brian wondered if buying ugly postcards was another of Justin's not very endearing traits.

"Hey," Justin greeted, opening the door to find his lover waiting, hands full of postcards. "What are you doing?" Brian was not exactly a postcard kind of person.

"Discovering another of your disturbing quirks." Brian gave Justin one of those looks, the kind that made Justin's brain melt. "Did you blow your whole salary from "Rage" on these things or did you save some for candy?"

Justin pressed himself full against Brian and settled in for a very involved kiss. When they finally parted, Justin licked his lips and grinned. "Who needs candy?"

"What are you going to do with these? Give them to orphans at Christmas?"

"No," Justin took the postcards and carried them to the dining room table. He dropped the bag he'd been carrying and took out an inexpensive photo album.  "They'll go in here. Mementos of my life in sunny California."

Brian made a face, appalled by either the sentiment or the cheap album. Or both.

"You don't need a book of generic postcards for that.  Where are your photos?"

"Didn't take any." Justin shrugged and started sorting the cards into groups.

"Why not?"

"Nobody to take pictures of."

Brian blinked, thought for a moment, then reached out and grabbed all the postcards, shoving them back into a stack and dumping them and that cheap album into the plastic bag.

"I suppose we'll have to fix that."

Return to Astra Plain's