paper heart
For the past four days, there have been five little rectangles of notepaper on the stairs in my apartment building. One on every second stair and then an extra one sitting on the radiator.
On each piece of paper, in pink and blue, purple and orange, red and rose, there was the drawing of a heart. A little late for Valentine’s Day, but when viewed together, the little rectangles formed a bit of a Hansel and Gretel path up the stairs.
I don’t know who they were put there for or if the intended recipient ever saw them, but each day, taking the stairs down to leave my apartment, it was a neat little surprise to stumble across.
Today the elevator is acting up and the hearts are gone.