Repose

[Cheery:]

Fact: there are no statues of Goliath. Are there many, of the villains? Medusa probably but that's cheating. Are you a hero, David?

Yours, Goliath

[The card is standard size. The handwriting on the back is done in bright, pink ink signature to the sender's namesake.]

So what was the best accessory? The dream house had to be so much upkeep, so I'm thinking the dream car. Ideally, it could have been you, Ken, but the crotch situation is unfortunate. Although, now that I'm thinking it over, a dickless husband could be the ultimate accessory.

Yours in fake plastic love,
Barbie

[The card bears handwriting that looks like it doesn't get to come out and play often. It's wobbly and slants to the left in blue ink. The strikeout is legible if you squint.]

I've been thinking about how to do this. I think three two truths and lie is a good way to go. I'll start. 1) I like pineapple on pizza. 2) I'm a robot. 3) I'm an only child, but a human one.

Or do you think it should be more thematic? Just some questions, maybe. Like... would you ever eat an apple and cause the downfall of man out of curiosity? Are apples THAT good? For a peach, I might do it. For a pineapple I was going to put on pizza, I would. For an apple though...?

Your faithful wife just casually eating an apple,
Eve

[the postcard is small, discreet.]

The game is afoot.

Sherlock.

[The postcard comes with loopy, messy handwriting.]


Do you think dogs have opinions on being used in political cartoons?

- the war to your peace

[The postcard is actually just the front of a box carefully cut away into the shape of it's contents. The handwriting is old fashioned, but legible.]]

My dear,

Do you think we are all blessed with one great love in our lives? Or do you think one can love many times over? Can you only love one person at once? Is there shame in loving more than one person at a time?

Does the love of your life have to be the best sex you've ever had? Or can the love of your life be mediocre in bed?

Love is such a glorious, confusing, messy thing, yet it is so freely given, and so uncontrollable.

I think about it often.

Yours, Scarlett

[It's smaller than a standard postcard, and the surface is slick like an old photo. The ink on the reverse is a dark blue, nearly black.]

To Stones:

Which is worse, do you think? Sticks and stones or words?

Curiously,
Sticks

[Very predictably the card is glossy, and the handwriting on the back is messy.]

Spock,

I feel like I should have watched these movies and the shows much more closely now.

How are the ears?

Captain Kirk