Penpals.

It's a story about two penpals and their lives.

She mulls over it. The possibility of seeing him face to face. She has a millions questions to ask and at the same time she is afraid of the thought of it really happening. No, she says to herself. Our meetings would be only through paper. Distance, and a little bit of imagination is all I need, she concludes.

But plans to write another letter anyway.

Dear Ken,

I'm alone with my thoughts all day. I feel less happy today, it sounds absurd to mention every single little thing, but I can't help it, my life is boring yours sounds promising. Actually, a good thing happened today. I wrote another poem, and I'm thinking about getting a bet. The way I see it, it's best to continue sending letters to each other.

Yours,
Gisselle.

She goes out then, going to usual errands. Buying the necessary food items, the local newspaper and some sweets from the bakery. She then takes a long walk around Dublin city. Walking along the street she feels lighter, and she can think better.