Flash Fiction, a short story written in 100 words or less.
Lucy bought eight copies of the same postcard. She didn’t really plan on sending them and had no one to send them to, but it was a pretty picture and she was impulsive.
Later she tried to recreate the same picture with her own camera, lining up the lens just so and patiently waiting for the right moment. A red bus passed in front of the parliament buildings as they overlooked the quiet Thames.
Patience paid off.
The picture was perfect and Lucy planned to frame it next to the postcard.
Who says loneliness has to be unhappy?