Who: Jon and Anne. What: Jon needs to not be a loner, but tries anyway. Where: Outside at a picnic type table. Why: Jon needs to not be a loner. When: 30 May 2019; afternoon Rating: Low Status: Complete
He'd spent way too much time inside, his skin was starting to crawl from lack of sunshine and fresh air. So Jon found himself a table outside, tossed a leg over the bench, and took a seat. The sun was shining rather brightly, he had to squint a bit, but the warmth felt nice on his face.
He'd brought along his leather bound black journal. The cover was worn from wear, the pages faded, and the ribbon bookmark that had been stitched to the binding had fallen off years ago. For such an old journal, it really didn't see much use. Jon really never wrote his thoughts down, didn't like leaving the option for people to find it and use it against him.
He did like to sketch in it. Mostly World War II things, important dates, birthdays he'd never remember otherwise. Somewhere in there was a page of obsolete phone numbers that he wasn't willing to part with. Thought that maybe one day, if the world survived all this and went back to some semblance of it's previous incarnation, he'd be able to use them again. Truth was, that he didn't want to forget the people on that list.
He opened the journal, took the pen from inside the cover, and turned to a blank page. He really didn't know what he was going to scribble down just yet, so he let himself doodle absentmindedly.