Aaron Overton

An Alphabet of Desire

He saw it at the end of his morning run. He initially thought it was an oversized phone or small tablet in a black leather case. He was surprised to discover that it was a book; one of those small black notebooks favored by luddites who still prefer the feel of pen on paper. With the virus floating around and him being unvaccinated, he was hesitant to pick it up but curiosity got the better of him. Despite the chill in the air, the book was warm to the touch. He turned through the first couple of pages looking for proof of ownership but came up empty.