Susan Rhodes

Little Black Book

“What are you writing?” The guy, the random dude sitting across from me quietly asked. I noticed him. I pegged him for a salesman. After our first casual nod of hey, I see you there, I had no reason to return a glance. But now that he felt the need to know what I’m writing in my little black book, I had to lift up my head to acknowledge that I heard him. Quickly scanning the room to see why he was talking to me, I saw at least 10 people interacting with their phones. They could do so much more on their devices than what I could do with this pen and paper.