My knees buckled, as I hit the ground clutching the torn piece of paper my eyes fixed on it. It had turned yellow with time, and some of the words were difficult to make out, but just one glance at it, I could tell what the article was about.
I glanced at the drawer, where I had found these small pieces of paper. My phone was sitting on the old table, placed at one corner of the shack. The place was small and dirty at first sight, but the more you looked, the more perplexing it became.
I moved closer to the table, where my phone sat and under it's bright glow, I continued reading it. It was an old article cut from the edition of the local newspaper, advertising a sale at a grocery store, but the headline was eye catching, large with bold letters and an interesting story-line, based on a
