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.
Sorry you can’t find your copy of Jane Eyre. This was an enjoyable piece. Thanks for sharing.
Mahalo, Dawn, for reading and enjoying my piece.