Journal

He found the journal under his seat. A morning train with coffee in hand, just like every morning, but it was different from every morning before it and every one after it. Because he found a journal. Stephen had never been an adventurer, he was simply too motivated. He was now working as an insurance agent because selling houses hadn’t worked out. His life was very routine. Mornings, train rides, work days, train rides, bars with friends on weekends, watching tv on weekdays. Church on Sunday morning, run Sunday night. He’d gotten placidly comfortable in this routine. But finding the journal was interesting, and it complicated his morning…