Lara Isabel

Concerning Ladybugs and Time

My dearest Lucy, I hope you enjoy. - Amma Lucy stared at the writing. It was on a folded up piece of notebook paper, tucked inside the binding. She shut the notebook, keeping her thumb inside. Just a plain black notebook. Nothing notable about it. The cover was a smooth leather-like material, most likely faux, with no distinguishing lettering or marks. She flipped it back open.