I was trying to travel light the other day and decided to just carry a book in my hand on a trip in to town. No need for a day pack, it's cumbersome and doesn't look cool.
As luck would have it somewhere along the way I got distracted enough to leave it. Was it on the train, in the pub or on one of the ships on the Thames? I don't know.
It is a library book, and I was hoping that someone would have the decency to had it back to a library if they found it. Unfortunately, two months down the line, this has not happened. So I will have to replace it, which I don't mind because I believe in taking responsibility for my actions.
I am saddened by the fact that I live in a society where some people simply don't care. I am even more saddened if it is one which chooses to exploit other's losses for their own personal gain. However, these are the seeds of new stories and sub-plots in novels. So don't be too surprised if this principle rises it's head in one of my novels.
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