A scrap of paper on a thirsty public lawn caught my eye. It turned out to be a page torn from a book by Terry Pratchett.
But who would have torn it out and left it to flutter helplessly? What could their purpose have been? Is the page itself significant, or only the act?
Make that the inspiration for wonderfully weird work of fiction.
If you write or create something prompted by this, please send an email to judydarley(at)iCloud.com to let me know. With your permission, I’ll publish it on SkyLightRain.com.