Rheagan Kearney

Belly

Belly and Elise walked aimlessly around Greenville Public Library. Belly thought his wife might enjoy the outing on a slow Saturday morning, but she was less inclined to the aisles of books he found interesting. Elise found herself drifting towards the windows, dragging her fingers across the dust covered tables that seemingly hadn’t been touched in years. At the end of the row, nestled into a cold corner, a little black notebook sat on a table. Looking around for the owner, Elise could only see her husband in the stacks. Picking up the book, she felt its weight in her hands, running her fingers over the smooth black face.