the book

The book was thick and black and covered with dust. It had been years since she had taken it off the shelf where it had sat more as a decoration than education. What had prompted her to retreive it? It couldn't have been the urge for a light beach read, for this puppy was filled with 1000 pages.

She held the book in her hands, and bent down close to the cover and blew. Dust flew in the air as she coughed a little chocking on the recently released particles. With the palm of her hand she swept off the remaining filth to uncover the title, Possession. Cracking open the book, she took half of the pages in her right hand and thumbed through them as if looking for something particular. Fanning the pages with her thumb she landed on page 687. There in the crack was a little hand written note on a torn sheet of paper.

The writing was that of her dear mother who had passed away a few years earlier. The sight of the print brought fond memories and tears. She never recalled seeing the note before, though it was addressed to her. "To my dearest Diane, I am sorry for the way things have gone for you in your life. If I could change things I would. Know I love you and that I will always be there for you. Love, Mom PS Have fun tonight"