When Frank abandons his battered black book will someone reach out to him
I close the battered cover of my little black book and gave across the small reed covered pond from the tree I am sat in, nothing but the soul of the wind sweeps through this fenced pathway enriched With the water from the near by downs. I jump down from the willow tree landing cat like on the drying ground. Goodbye diary. Slowly scraping my battered old shoes down the dirt track I place the sorry book on the wooden gate separating the rich houses from the forgotten. I jump over the fence and walk back towards my house.
I know it's short but this is just the introduction chapter