Leah Smith

That Kind of Power

There it was again. Could it be? It was starting to become exceptionally coincidental. This time it was tucked beside the coffee maker at an old dingy diner off 4th. I stop there in the morning before work, to grab a slice of the best homemade pie you could ever get your hands on. The coffee is okay. I normally don’t go for a coffee with my pie, but today I had to. I had to ask her if I could see it. There is no way I could be mistaking that mysterious shadowy leather... that dark captivating inscription, whatever it says. Evidently because, this would mark the 7th time seeing it this past week. Conveniently just out of my reach too, as per usual. I couldn't believe it.