discovery

I came upon a notebook once. It was dark shiny and appeared to weigh tons. As I approached… Its mystery encroached. I shuddered to think, as my heart began to sink and beat even faster. This discovery could be my master. In the darkness something ruffled in the evening breeze - possibly a flutter of drying leaves. A lone glimmer of light was from a lamppost, poetically situated to signpost - the darkness and its accomplice

The closer I moved, the more it gleamed. A rush of light or so it seemed

An eerie gust of wind blew. As if pushing me and alas I saw and knew

It was a gleaming pot of money! You see I haven’t come from penury

But more money is always nice; you could own one thing and buy it twice Like little notebooks, there’d never be enough. And making decisions wouldn’t be so tough

Like where to spend the holidays, staycations or getaways. My mind travelled to all the things I could buy .. After what seemed like hours, I let out a sigh

There I stood transfixed in the darkness. Lost in thought I had yet to make a move for catharsis . Looking around I wondered if the owner was lurking , waiting to pounce on anyone caught in the murking. In haste I carefully snatched the money and black shiny book I didn’t wait to take another cursory look .

Fleeing the scene, I scanned for safety then realized I was being hasty.

So I called her. My best friend, Mallorca . Of all the things we knew of each other, this was the biggest secret . That I found not a dollar bill or two and I couldn’t keep it .

“Jenny! Jenny!” With open-wide arms she embraced me - my hands trembled excitedly. We sat in silence staring at our fortune, ‘my fortune’ Mallorca said Because this mysterious notebook we hadn’t even read .

To whom did it belong, how had it shown up? Why?

“We’ll know after a cuppa” Mallorca said cutting a slice of rye.