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Title: The Postcard

The Postcard
by: Monte

Rating: G
Copyright: Feb. 23, 2004
Disclaimer: I don't own Frankie. I don't own the rights to the song either. Louise is a character of my imagination.
Summary: Frankie sends a very special postcard to his wife.
Warning: Not beta read.
Comments: Always appreciated. If you don't like it, don't hate me.
Dedication: To Nanniemouse, if not for the RP this may have never gotten posted.

 

 

Louise smiled sadly as she watched her husband pick up his briefcase and put it in the trunk. She knew he loved his job but she got so lonely when he had business trips. The drive to LAX was quiet. After checking in for his flight, Frankie put his arms around Louise. "I'll call you tonight after I get to Baltimore. I'm gonna miss you, honey."

Louise held Frankie tightly and pressed her lips to his. "You'd better go. I don't want you to miss your flight. I love you, darling. I'll see you in a few days."

Frankie spent the first part of his flight jotting down notes for the meetings he had planned. During the layover in Kansas City, Frankie wandered into a small gift shop while he waited for his connection. He stopped to browse through some postcards and chose the one he knew Louise would like.

On the front was a picture of a beach and the ocean. He wrote a simple note of his love for her to say he missed her. He addressed it and stuck it in the mail. He glanced at his watch and made his way back to wait until he was able to board the plane to Baltimore.

That evening, Louise had barely settled in to watch the movie she had rented when the phone rang. She reached for the cordless phone and said, "Hello, Santana residence." Her heart sank in disappointment when the voice on the other end wasn't Frankie's.

"Mrs. Santana, I'm from the Missouri Highway Patrol. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this but your husband's plane went down shortly after leaving Kansas City. Our crews have searched the wreckage and surrounding area but we've been unable to find any survivors. Is there someone you could call to stay with you?"

Louise stared blankly at the television screen, not fully comprehending what she was hearing. She simply hung up the phone then turned off the television. She slumped against the back of the couch in denial. She didn't want to accept the face she was alone; Frankie wasn't coming back.

Later in the week, Kim stopped in to see how Louise was doing. "Hey, Louise. I picked up your mail."

"Hi, Kimmy, thanks. I still can't believe he's gone. I keep expecting him to walk through the door or hear his voice on the telephone. I can't tell you how much I appreciate your help with the memorial service. Did you know Colonel Smith and his men were there? All four of them were very kind and shared some fond memories of Frankie." Louise sighed and began to sort through the pile of mail. "Bill, junk, card, junk, another bill, someone wants money..." She stopped when she saw the postcard. The picture reminded her of the trip to Hawaii where she first met Frankie. On the front was a single word, heaven.

She turned it over to see her husband's familiar handwriting. As she read the words telling her how he wished they were together so he could hold her in his arms, tears began to fill her hazel eyes.

Louise held the postcard to her heart. She would treasure it forever. It wouldn't be easy to go on alone. She closed her eyes and whispered, "Thank you. I wish you were here, too."


Finis

 

WISH YOU WERE HERE
(Skip Ewing/Bill Anderson/Debbie Moore)

They kissed goodbye at the terminal gate
She said, "You're gonna be late if you don't go"
He held her tight, said, "I'll be alright
I'll call you tonight to let you know"
He bought a postcard, on the front it just said Heaven
With a picture of the ocean and the beach
And the simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her and they told her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach

Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near, I wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, I miss you so, wish you were here"

She got a call that night but it wasn't from him
It didn't sink in right away, ma'am the plane went down
Our crews have searched the ground
No survivors found she heard him say
But somehow she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven with a picture of the ocean and the beach
And the simple words he wrote her
Said he loves and they told her
How he'd love her if his arms would reach

Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near, I wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, I miss you so, wish you were here"
The weather's nice, in paradise
It's summertime all year and all the folks we know
They say, "Hello, I miss you so, wish you were here"
Wish you were here

 

 


The Postcard by Monte

 

 


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