Flash Fiction Four

Finding the Right Book

Lying on a park bench I found it.  The book was lying there, not me.  It was a random book, randomly placed.  I’d heard this idea before.  Leave a book you had in a public place, hoping someone would pick it up. How far would it travel?  You would never know.

Mind you, once you let a book go you have no control over it.  It’s the old stone in the pond idea, watching the ripples spread.  Random books randomly placed have mysterious power.

You don’t know what happens next.

I sat down beside the book and opened it.  Inside  was a list in various handwritings, of where the book had been.

Who started the journey in Lewisham, London?  I’ll never know.  The book travelled then from Lewisham, London, to Green Alley, Athy, to “beside the Claddagh, Galway.”  Across the Atlantic to Battery Park, NY.  Then there were places I didn’t recognize all over the States.  Somehow it ended up back in Ireland beside me, park bench, Kilkenny Castle.

If you’re thinking of playing this game mind your bookmarks.  Friends of mine once left embarrassing photos in a book, followed by a frantic search of library shelves!  Like the stone in the pond you don’t know where the ripples will go.

In my found book there was a scrap of paper with an e-mail address.  I have both in my hand boarding the outbound plane.  Thank you Miss Austen for “Persuasion.”

 

Author: connellykevin

Writer, poet and photographer. Lover of all musical genres, from acoustic to zydeco. Born in Ireland of Scottish descent and proud of both. "I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it daily for six weeks or so" WB YEATS Many of the themes here presented and to be presented have taken me a lifetime rather than six weeks. Some have taken mere moments to arrive. All are offered freely and it is my hope that you, dear reader, will gain something by browsing here and that I in turn will gain something by presenting these works to you.

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