“Do you have a pen or pencil I can use for my crossword puzzle?” Diane asked Jacob.
“Sure,” Jacob responded. “There should be a few pens in the drawer in the kitchen island. It’s the one directly across from the wall oven.”
“Thanks,” Diane said. She got up walked from the living room to the kitchen.
Last night she and her boyfriend had a huge fight at the party Jacob was hosting. Her boyfriend stormed out and Diane had then gotten too drunk to drive home from the party. Jacob felt bad for her and invited her to crash at his place. He showed her to his guest room, and she immediately passed out on the bed.
First thing this morning, Jacob came into the guest room carrying a steaming hot cup of coffee in one hand and a bottle of Advil in the other. Now, a few hours later, Diane was feeling a little better but still quite mortified. She called her roommate to pick her up and take her home, and figured she could kill time working on the morning newspaper’s crossword puzzle while waiting.
When she got to the kitchen, Diane went to the specified drawer, opened it up, and saw that it was full of stamps torn from envelopes. “I didn’t know you were a philatelist, Jacob.”
A philatelist,” Diane repeated. “A stamp collector.”
“I’m not a stamp collector,” Jacob said.
“If you’re not a collector, why do you have a drawer full of stamps torn from envelopes?” Diane asked.
“I am a collector, but not a collector of stamps,” Jacob said. “I couldn’t care less about stamps.”
“I don’t get it,” Diane said. “Then why are all these stamps in your drawer?”
“Because I collect postmarks,” Jacob said. “Stamps are just things people stick on envelopes, but postmarks tell you where and when the sender mailed them. And to me, that’s much more interesting than some stupid stamps.”
Written for KL Caley’s #writephoto prompt, where the theme is “stamps.” Photo credit: KL Caley.