Like the Blue of Your Eyes

His hand hovered over the post box, the brightly coloured card held loosely, poised at the opening.

The picturesque beach with its azure waters and blinding white sand was somehow too perfect—almost surreal despite the reality of those crystalline waves crashing onto the manicured beach only yards away from where he stood.

The salt tang had brought memories crashing back—a different beach and simpler, happier times, and it was that foolish nostalgia that had led to his purchase. With a curse Ethan shredded the card and dropped the fragments in a nearby bin.

There was no going back.