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Dear Lucy,

I’ve left him. I’m safe for now, but I feel exposed — like the light can reach me anywhere.

I left everything behind: no possessions, no phone. It’s safer if you don’t know where I am. You know what he’s like — the way he draws information out of people with his charm and that malicious smile, that quick glint that makes people lean in.

You were right. We brought out the worst in each other. I couldn’t see it then. I’m sorry it took me so long.

I’ll write again when I can.

Love you — keep this in the light

This was written to a prompt in my writing group: a malicious smile. I presented it as four separate postcards across the seasons, and the postcards will be “posted” over four days.

Photo: daisies in the garden