Monica Voudrie

Curiosity Kills

She’d been staring at it twice a day, every day for two weeks. A little black book meticulously tucked between the seat and the wall of the bus so it blended with the trim of the threadbare seat cushion. When she first noticed it she thought she’d give the owner a day or two to retrieve it before perusing the pages herself. Now, 14 days had passed and there was something about the mystery within that kept her from prying it out of its hiding spot.