The Little Black Book
“Sir, sir” she called but to no avail. He was already gone. She placed the little black book in her bag and walked back from Regent’s Park towards the Harley Street Cosmetic clinic, where she worked as a receptionist. As she sat at her desk, she pulled the book out of her bag and looked at it. It was very old. She held it for a minute and then placed it back in her bag. “Tomorrow” she thought “I will return it to him tomorrow”. Jenny spent her lunchbreaks at the park, eating her lunch and studying for her evening classes in Birkbeck Collage. She has been living in London for a year now. She found the hustle and bustle hard to cope, coming from a little village in Cornwall. The peaceful park was her favourite place. Every day she saw him. An elderly man, sitting on a bench staring at the trees while caressing this little black book.
