My copy of Jane Eyre’s missing. The library’s nearby. I find the book and make sure I won’t be grossed out by something inside by fanning through the pages. A very old bus pass falls out.
A student of mine worked for TheBus as a graphic designer. The monthly passes she produced were famous. This one found me today.
The last time I saw her was 20 years ago. She’d left TheBus, started her own graphic design business.
I’ve traveled back in time, see her in front of me, feel I could have a conversation with my vision of her.