Donna O'Leary

Everyone is Fair Game

Placing his trusty and tattered black notebook back into his jacket pocket, the detective scanned the crime scene one more time. The notebook that he carried everywhere, all dogeared and with some pages barely holding on to the book’s gutter. He kept the book in two places, either his jacket pocket or at his bedside. When he’d received the notebook he distinctively noticed the scent. It was that all familiar and very unique aroma that only books possess. One of his favourites smells in the world.