She coughed. Dust billowed through the attic. Waving it away from her watering eyes, she sifted through a stack of ancient postcards.
"Aberdeen, Scotland," one read. Annabelle examined the tiny people bustling through "Castle Street." On the back, her grandfather had scrawled, "Darling one, as always, wish you were here. I'm the young man in the foreground with the black jacket. Damn artist made us stand there all day! Blue skies, no rain. Some Scotland. -Tommy"
Annabelle leapt down the rickety stairs and bought a one-way plane ticket to Scotland.
photo from the Library of Congress.