The Message

by Erika Byrne-Ludwig

On the gravel in front of my feet lies a small piece of paper folded in four. I pick it up and unfold it. I see letters
a foreign word perhaps. I fold it again and let it warm up in my hand. Sitting now near the lamp, I put on my glasses and scrutinise the letters. They are magnified and slightly arched but do not reveal their secret. And yet I know it is a message someone put on my path.