Ramirez didn't get much mail, so he didn't bother to check it very often. By the time he got the postcard, he guessed it had been sitting in his mailbox for almost a week.
The scene was a sunrise. Over the ocean.
The writing on the back was small and cramped. Letters ran into each other, and the lines of print were crooked, slanting downhill.
"Weather is here, wish you were fine. Hope the Cunts In Action haven't been bothering you too much about me. 'The' says to say thank you, but you know what I say to that."
Ramirez knew. Two words, accompanied by a raised finger. He chuckled.
The last line read simply:
"See you around."
The postcard was from Puerto Vallarta.
Ramirez looked at it for a long moment, then threw back his head and laughed.
First, a tremendous thank-you to everyone who has reviewed this story. I'm just overwhelmed by your support and encouragement. You guys rock.
Second, if anyone would like to read the slash version of Chapter 9, let me know, either in a review or by writing to me at firstname.lastname@example.org. I will e-mail it out to you. There is not much slash, only some one-sided kissing, but if you are interested, just let me know.
Third, although I make no promises, my brain is already mulling over another idea for a story. . . I've had so much fun writing this one, and although I really should get back to my book, part of me doesn't want to let El and Sands go. So there might be more story from me, someday. :-)
Thanks for reading, everyone.