She claimed to have heard of me.
In a bid to find me, she had gotten a recommendation.
A recommendation that drove her to search.
Would she find me?
Books she stacked, pages she flipped.
A smile broke out on her face.
Finally she had found me.
Eureka! Here was my story inscripted in the pages of this book.
Pages that described the betrayer I became.
Yet, she smiled again.
Blog, that’s the writing I talked about earlier. I honestly don’t remember what inspired it. It seems incomplete to me as well.
Somewhere in my head, I’m tempted to think I was writing about Judas Iscariot. But who knows?