Klisto

Previously

…There, in faint pencil, was an address: “16 Lighthouse Lane, Palanga.” But that was the guesthouse. No, wait—the address was different: “16 Lighthouse Lane, Palanga” was the guesthouse? She had been there. But Darius had said nothing about a return address. She examined the postcard more closely. The stamp was from a foreign country—a place she didn’t recognize. And the date was 2003, a year before the lighthouse inscription. She felt a new thread pulling her. Her mother had sent this postcard to someone. Who? And why had it been left behind? Klarina sat down, the postcard in her hands. The gold was in the light that never fades. But perhaps there was still one more light to find.