The bookmarks or postcards lay on the table. There were six of them with different mini paintings on them.  One of it was a silhouette of a boy on a bicycle in the forest. The second was a castle illuminated in the sky full of fireworks and a silhouette of a boat in the lake observing it . The third was a Japanese temple shining in the sun . The fourth was a woman overlooking the city from the hill. The fifth was the Effiel Tower and the sixth was a blank pastel coloured bookmark. Alice took them in hand one by one and examined them like they were made of diamonds.

"My beloved...you are early. "the voice rang out breaking her from her intense gaze.

The voice was deep but didn't startle her . It was familiar and the person too. The red jumper and green overcoat greeted him. The curly hair and red bumbled nose covered the white waxed face . His eyes were...