Another day, another postcard. Since the feedback post there had been two--and now here was a third, in the style of the first. It had to be two senders. Two people, preoccupied with him? Why? Just because of what they'd heard he'd done? He'd never been the target of this sort of attention before, and he wasn't sure he liked it.
He studied the postcard. How many would he receive? Would there be another one tomorrow? Who were they from?
Was his hope just a fantasy?
He set the postcard down beside the one from the day before on the windowsill.