The story continues,
Lavinia Loveday could not believe her eyes!
The postman had just delivered her a letter from a man who had found the letter from her darling husband that she had lost four years ago! This was the best Christmas present she had ever received!
With tears running down her cheeks she read and re read her letter then she read the postcard that came with it.
The postmark on the postcard was Vienna, she had never been there so how her letter had got there was a mystery!
And after all this time too!
She had realised she had lost the letter on returning home from the first trip that she had been on.
But that was to Innsbruck, miles away from Vienna!
She wondered how the man had found it there!
Lavinia was so very happy to have her letter back!
She went to her desk found a postcard of London, wrote on the back
Dear Mr stranger,
Thank you so much for returning my letter, I thought it would be lost forever, 4 years is a long time! I wonder how it got to Vienna, I have never been there, I was in Innsbruck in 1945 though!
Yours Gratefully Lavinia Loveday.
She grabbed her coat and rushed out of the house to the post office, this was one postcard that needed posting as soon as possible and by her own hand.
Gilbert Brockman received Lavinia’s postcard just 10 minutes before he checked out of the boarding house!
He was on his way to Spain, he had always wanted to visit the Museo de Bellas Artes in Valencia so this was where he was heading.
With all his belonging in a bag and a fair amount of money in his pocket he set off.
The train was quiet and he sat back in his seat feeling contented, took the postcard from his pocket and read the words again. He was a bit of an old romantic and wondered what had happened to Lavinia to make her so grateful to get the tatty old letter back, he had noticed that the letter looked tear stained and very crumpled, like it had been in and out of the envelope hundreds of times!
He wondered if her husband was still with her or had he been killed in the war?
The train pulled into the station he stuffed the postcard in his pocket and got off the train. He was now in Valencia.
As soon as Gilbert settled outside the Museo de Bellas Artes he took out the postcard Lavinia had sent,
He set to work on another postcard to send back.
He painted all afternoon only pausing to take a sip of coffee or water, he was quite pleased with the result. As soon as this was dry he wrote his message on the back and went in search of a post office.
This was his message,
Dear Mrs Loveday, How strange! I have no idea how it got there, wind? I was in an art museum when I found it sticking out from under some seating. Your postcard arrived just 10 mins before I departed for Spain! I have never been to London, I would love to one day though! G Brockman.
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