Return of the Diary

It sat there waiting for him.

He had to look at it twice before he picked it up and slowly opened it. Yes, it was
his personal diary, the one that had been missing these past 4 days and now sat
on his desk. Who had taken it? Who had returned it here? A colleague? One of his students?
One of the cleaners employed by the University?


Whoever it was would have undoubtedly read it!

He checked for any torn pages. None.
He slowly turned to the last entry. It was not written by him.
He was quickly trying to recognise it when his mobile rang. Geoffrey Turner of all
people.

They talked for several minutes about their common summer projects while he sat
and thought about the person who would have written such a thing in his diary of all
places. He was sure it was a female now from the style of the writing.


His mobile beeped with an incoming text message. Number witheld. Seven words.
He smiled and knew at once who it was from. He would be at the location a few
minutes before the time she had written in the diary. Although he was somewhat relieved
now, he was also anxious considering the fact that she had probably read every entry
he had written.

She had used the seven words that he had written himself in the diary a few weeks before,
words he had used in conversation with her and her friends. Was nothing personal any more?

He sighed and put the diary in his case before logging on and writing an email he should
have written four days previously. It would save her friends finding out from her the truth
of those seven spoken words. From now on the diary would be kept under lock and key.....