Hope Notes

She carefully placed the note on the bench, making sure no-one saw her. As she walked away, the note was blown by the wind and taken where it was meant to go.
On the bus, she carefully left another note on a seat, before descending into Oxford Street.
In McDonalds, she left another note on a table, one in the toilet and another in the children's play area.
The next stop was Top Shop on Oxford Circus. She decided the best place to leave a note was in the changing rooms. She left one in each cubicle.
Then she took a walk towards Marble Arch, randomly placing more notes in places she knew they would be found. Always making sure she was not seen.
The idea had come to her a few years ago. It just seemed to her that there wasn't enough love in the world. She had pondered over the idea of 'low self-esteem'. Was it really low self-esteem that was the problem, or was it simply that people had forgotten the act of simply being kind to one another? Did low self-esteem stem from a lack of friendliness and compassion in the world? Maybe if people were just a little bit kinder to one another, there wouldn't be so many books flying off the bookshelves about how to "Boost Your Self-Esteem in Six Easy Steps".
It was a crazy kind of idea, but she liked it. She liked to think that it would do some good. She wished she could be one of the people that found a note. She just wanted to spread some happiness.
The notes were simple things. Simple messages of hope and love, sent out to strangers that she would never meet and probably never know. And yet she felt a connection to them and trusted that whoever found a note, would find exactly the words they needed to hear.