Stella sat down in the sand and listened to the waves. It was soothing. The day had been very hectic. She had been to the Gryffin Observatory today. But she couldn’t understand how people could use telescopes in cities like San Francisco. She could hardly recognize any constellations because there were so few stars visible.
Now she was sitting on a deserted beach and watching the Golden Gate bridge. It had always been a favorite of hers. But at the moment she was just checking her messages again. Some people had commented on her photos but that was all. And no message from John. Her oldest friend seemed to have simply forgotten about her. She really didn’t know where she belonged anymore. A teardrop fell on the postcard in her hand. Angry, she tossed it into the waves and wiped away the tears. He hadn’t said a single word if he read any of her cards. Maybe it was stupid from her to believe that he’d be waiting for her all the time.
A ping got her attention. She’d gotten mail. From Space Travelers Company.
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He was picking up the garbage with his friends as usual when a wet postcard got his attention. Those were rare. He wondered why it was thrown away. Someone had already filled it out and also put a stamp on it. It was a beautiful handwriting and he couldn’t understand why the postcard had ended up here. Maybe the person had lost it. He could dry it and throw it in a letter box later. It would be a shame if the receiver wouldn’t get that message.
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