………………………………………………Wednesday, May 3, 1482
………………………………………………Paris, France
Es,
Another hump day, another
ringing bell I cannot hear.
These towers have grown cold
without your touch. Wish you
were here, and miss you much.
But,
I’ve a hunch
I’ll see you soon –
Q
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Prompted by Quickly in September, day 28.
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Oh my gosh, my skin is on fire with prickles. From Quasimodo to Esmerelda. I don’t know what the prompt was, but this is powerful, haunting, and deep to me. Especially because you published it first without a title, so it came through with a very large number as the title. That of course said to me that this was one of many, many such letters he wrote her. And being a gypsy, he would have had nowhere to send it.
I’m so glad some feeling made it through. I was afraid the puns might make it too cheesy.
I meant, “with her being a gypsy” but I’m sure you got what I meant. No, it didn’t seem punny or cheesy to me. They were just clues, the hump and hunch parts.
I thought this was a real postcard you had found at first! Don’t you love reading old letters and postcards? I absolutely adore doing so.
Did they really call it hump day in 1482? 🙂
Nice.
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