Prompt: He found your journal on the train.
Her – “Oh no, where is it?” I search through my bag looking for my pocket-sized royal blue journal. I can not afford to lose it, that journal has been my only form and function of relaxation.
Finally, becoming aggrivated I dumped the contents of my messenger bag out on my bed. Spreading everything out flat so that I can see every piece of lint, crumb, and pencil my bag contained. Maybe I just left it at work in my desk, no one will see it in my drawer but the thought of my favorite journal, as of now, being out of reach makes me want to flip through its pages even more.
Him – Caught in mid-thought the train pulls into the station, as I go to step onto the hovering object my phone buzzes in my pocket. Glancing down, I opened my office email reading through yet another revision of the Clarkson deal. I glanced up a second to pick out a seat in the nearly deserted car returning my gaze to my phone. I attempted to sit down in the seat closest to me. Before I am able to partially relax I notice the hard edge of something underneath me. Scooting over to the empty seat beside me I see a small royal blue hardcover journal laying there.
Glancing around and seeing no one looking for the book, I picked it up to take a peek inside. Opening to the first page, I found little drawings. Some covering the whole page, some thumb sized, and others partially sketched out. Beautiful, every last line seemed to have a purpose, a continuously elongated purpose.
What do you think, what would you do if your prized journal was one day missing? Make sure to stop and Read THS.