Rachel Anne Creamer

The Pen

It was here! Finally. John opened the package to pull out the small black Moleskine Notebook. He had grown up watching his grandmother flip the elastic band to write about her day. Now, his next notebook was here. He had hated when the delivery had not come as scheduled. Looking at the postage stamps all over the envelope he wondered what story the notebook could have told if it had written its own pages. He couldn’t even read the countries on the stamps let alone find them on the map.