A Simple Offer Leads to a Mystery
One morning, the sight struck me more than usual, and I decided to act. I simply offered to help. She looked up, and a small, pleasant smile touched her face, but said nothing in response. It was a silent refusal, or perhaps just a quiet acknowledgment. After that brief interaction, the woman vanished from the route, and I didn’t see her for a week after that.
When she finally reappeared, the routine was broken in a truly strange way. As we passed a busy stop, she quietly slipped something heavy into my bag. It happened so fast that the move was completely unexpected. She had the audacity to do it so quickly, I barely noticed until I got off the bus and felt the weight shift.
The Discovery of the Journal
What I found was not a mistake or a misplaced grocery item. It was a book. Not a new book, but an old, hardbound journal with a leather cover, the kind that smelled of dust and stories. There was No name. No note. It was Just tucked into my bag like it belonged there. I instantly looked up, wanting to call out or hand it back, but the bus had already pulled away. She was gone.
The Contents of the Time Capsule
That evening, I finally had time to explore the mystery left in my hands. I turned around, but the bus had already pulled away. She was gone. That night, I flipped through it. The journal was a curious mix. Most pages were blank, but scattered throughout were hand-written notes, drawings, and old photographs taped between pages. It truly felt like someone’s personal time capsule, with thoughts scribbled in the margins. Continue reading…
