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.