Sorry, No Postcards

by Elle Matheuse

I’m all set; I’ve canceled the papers, packed my things away, the house is lemony-fresh and I’m as clean as a whistle. I’m very excited, heading off into the unknown all by myself. I know I should have told my nearest and dearest about my plans but they’d only worry and try and talk me out of it, and I really need to do this. OK, that’s it: time to go. I hope it’s quick. I hope it doesn’t hurt.


Elle Matheuse has much and little to say about everything and nothing.