Letter

Last summer, while crossing College and Yonge Streets, I looked over at a phone booth. There was something red on top of it and I went to investigate. I’d assumed it was an address book until I opened it up to find a letter written inside of a coiled notebook with a fuzzy bell on the cover. It was someone writing a break-up letter to someone else named “squiggly.” There were lots of phone numbers in the last page of the book and we tried to call the voice mail number in order to return the book, but had no luck. So I took it home.