Maddie Sloan

Park Bench

Diana had every intention of returning the little black book she found. It was old, battered, and wrapped in rubber bands to keep it shut tight. She had spotted it at the park half-buried in the mud that always formed beneath benches. It was lying forgotten, and she picked it up, almost without thinking about it. A wave of tears rushed down her face, and she dropped it into her bag while digging for tissues.