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Author’s Ramblings: This is a snippet of prompt fiction, thanks to a certain sibling of mine who provided the prompts of “book, sheep, lock and house.” I started with the book and it kind of wanted to runaway on me, so I kept it short. 😛 Anyway, happy reading to everyone and thanks for stopping by!
her chewing gum, her perfectly manicured fingers hovering over the thick,
gilt-edged book. “It looks good.”
rolled her eyes, fishing inside her shirt to retrieve the necklace key. “I don’t
know, I’ve heard a lot about these books, Gram just said for us to dust them
off and put them back up on the shelf.”
that.” Lindsey made a swipe for the golden triangle pendant.
still around my neck you know, are you trying to pull my head off?”
hand in exaggerated politeness. “May I please see that key?”
Tasha handed over the long golden necklace. “Be careful with that.” Her soft
brown eyes narrowed. “And I do mean careful, Lind.”
snap of her gum. “Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it all, if I’m not careful, then I’ll
never get the chance to do this again and we all know just how hard it was to
convince you to let me help you clean your grandmother’s bookstore.”
corrected. “And no one’s twisting your arm.”
here and we never get a chance to hang out anymore.”
and money by standing in the mall drinking milkshakes and eating pretzels.”
with big fat locks on them and so much dust, I can hardly breathe! You should
have a vacuum and a feather duster going in here and—wait, what are you doing?”
the stack of books, another pendant necklace dangling between her fingers,
still hanging ‘round her neck.
you—wait, you have two of these thingys?” She held up the triangle pendant.
settling more comfortably in her seat on the floor, her back resting against a
tall stack of locked, dusty books. “It’s part of my job. I told you that
way through the stacks of books to look over her best friend’s shoulder. “You
said you just had to make sure the books were in good condition and then—what’s
one colorful page.
a fist. “You’re reading a story about a sheep?”
expression of extreme annoyance written on her freckled face. “Lindsey?” Her
soft voice demanded that her friend listen close.
flickered dangerously with a hint of her redheaded temper. “Now, please.”
locking and patting the hardcover volume. “Now I have to wait until tomorrow to
finish this one.” She sighed, setting the book down beside her and reaching for
a dusty specimen. “Do it like this. Read it all the way through and then lock
it back again.”
recently returned book beside her. “See? It’s almost all new and shiny again,
but you just had to interrupt.”
smiled, fondly. “Trust me, there’s some adventures in here that you’ll want to
read over and over again.”
There was something about the smile on her friend’s face, even as Tasha’s
attention turned to the book in her lap. She watched her friend use the
necklace to open the complicated golden medallion on the front and run her
fingers reverently over the first few pages.
pressed it to the front of her book and twisted, just like she’d seen Tasha do.
Within minutes, she found herself caught up in a world where fishes were people
and aliens lived in stone castle towers.
her. “Mine’s good, it’s about a shadow that sneaks out at night and puts candy
with this one, that was wild.”
wrinkled her nose. “Very normal.”
newly finished volume on the ground. The book was virtually dust-free and
gleaming as if it’d just been printed. “There’s only one of you. Looks like I’ll
have to help every afternoon.”