Library, Friday
Were the books misbehaving today?
Lucille couldn't tell. The library was filled with a thick mist and there was a smell of damp earth. She had to walk slowly across the room so as to not stumble on anything, and once she had taken a seat behind the desk it seemed easier not to leave it.
Was that wailing that she heard? Or just the wind? There was a cold breeze in here after all.
[Open library.]
Lucille couldn't tell. The library was filled with a thick mist and there was a smell of damp earth. She had to walk slowly across the room so as to not stumble on anything, and once she had taken a seat behind the desk it seemed easier not to leave it.
Was that wailing that she heard? Or just the wind? There was a cold breeze in here after all.
[Open library.]