The Thinking Man
Copyright 2012 by
Let me tell you a story.
I read the post card. It began benignly enough. Almost touristy, as if she were writing to her mother. Then suddenly, it swerved off the road, through my guard rail, and straight into my heart.
“I left you a kiss in front of ‘The Thinker’.”
And she’d signed it simply, or maybe not so simply,