Christy Rust

The Ripple Effect

In a dusty corner of a New York bus shelter, balanced on a small pile of leaves, sat two discarded red solo cups. “Seriously?” Jovannah grumbled. With an air of frustration, she scooped the cups up and tossed them into the rusted garbage can - which sat approximately two inches from the cup’s initial resting place. It was then that Jovannah spotted the notebook. It’s smooth black edges poked its way through the leaves much like a bulb sprouts through the ground in spring as a sign of hope and promise.