The Book Shop – a story in 100 words

Little did I know that, today, I’d unfold my destiny as I entered the book shop on Leroux Street. The wonderful aroma of faded pages behind fine leather binding that bore secrets through the ages, haunted my soul as I leafed through romance novels and books of poetry. After some time, I came across an old familiar friend with shining tear dripping into a sea of foaming pearls. Inside the cover was inscribed: To My Darling Husband Whom I Will Always Love. Beneath the inscription was written: My Darling Angel, I could never set your love free. I am here.

 

Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on February 16, 2012, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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