Late Post to Faerie: Fairy tale

The postcard was still sitting there the next morning, next to the blank-faced china doll and the chipped teacup with blue roses painted on it. Her heart gave a sickening lurch when she saw it. She'd put the postcard there three full days ago; it should have been picked up by now. That it hadn't been, given how differently time passed in Faerie, meant that there was something terribly wrong. She closed her eyes and sat heavily in her chair, clutching her cane. She was an old woman now; it was too late for her to go gallivanting about, even if she'd wanted to. She couldn't go more than a block without having to sit down for a rest--running from the Wild Hunt was out of the question. Sometimes she forgot where she'd put her reading glasses--exchanging barbs in a battle of wits was unthinkable.

Inspiration: The postman didn't take my card today.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Hmm. Could be fun.