The Blank Page Holds A Story

Both sides of the paper are blank. Perhaps the sun and heat bleached out what was once written here. Smoothed-out crinkles spiderweb across the surface. Unbelievably, that weird tingling intensifies when you slide your hand over it.

This page is well used. Did the writer scrunch it up into a ball in frustration before rolling it and stuffing it into the bottle? Was the page carried deep in a pocket far from nosy eyes? Or was this the only piece of paper available to the note-maker whose message was now lost forever?

Even though the page is blank, something tells you that you shouldn't throw it in the recycling bin. It's almost like there's magic bound into its fibres. But that's not possible. Is it?

Settling back onto your chair, with the page in your hand, your imagination runs wild with explanations.

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