Six of us wrote one each. Pull them out one at a time.
6 notes inside
Scratch the foil off, Menon sir. The last place you uncover goes on your ticket.
Mist, plums and no meeting invites. You always said you'd go back.
Cycle the promenade at 6 am. You'll be awake anyway.
Boulders older than the company. Sunset from Matanga Hill.
A houseboat, a book and nowhere to be until dinner.
She has already made up the guest room. Stay a month. Stay two.
Five places, zero deadlines, Menon sir. The first ticket is on us. 🎟️
One way. The office has been informed.
Courtesy of the old office camera and Mrs. Thomas's drawer.
One lantern for every note in the jar. Add yours.