Graycen Morris

Measured by Moments

It caught her eye on the subway where it had been trampled carelessly into a dirty corner. She tried to ignore it, but it was almost like she could hear it screaming at her from the floor. Who knew what treasures waited beyond its filthy, disgusting cover. Curiosity winning the battle with disgust in her mind, Reese Miller sighed and crouched on the semi-crowded subway and grasped the filthy thing between her pointer finger and thumb. She held it at arms distance and tried not to think too hard about how many germs were probably clinging to it, telling herself that getting to read whatever its pages contained would be worth the nastiness. She riffled around in her purse for a tissue she couldn't find and frowned at the culprit. The tattered, black notebook reeked of abuse. Curse her insatiable curiosity.