Library, Friday
The books were piled neatly today when Lucille entered the library. All of them. Including those that should be on shelves. The latter were now piled on top of the shelves in, as far as Lucille could tell, the same order that they should be.
She knew by now that things would go back to normal tomorrow, or rather to a different kind of strange, so she ignored it and just sat down behind the desk.
The rest of the day she had this odd, irrational feeling that the books very giving her very disappointed looks.
[Open library!]
She knew by now that things would go back to normal tomorrow, or rather to a different kind of strange, so she ignored it and just sat down behind the desk.
The rest of the day she had this odd, irrational feeling that the books very giving her very disappointed looks.
[Open library!]