fingers trace shelves and shelves of books , eyes searching for anything that might pique interest ---- doesn’t recognize a single name , so she’d thumb through various stephen king novels ( the font is enticing , can you blame her ? ) before inevitably growing bored . not sure why she stops here every day after work , not like phebe’s checked out a book since opening her library account months ago ... suppose it could be the serenity of a quiet public environment and lack of coming in direct contact with another person . with the exception of this predicament , given her need for assistance . ❝ excuse me ? ❞ timbre never raises an octave over a hushed whisper . tells herself it’s to be mindful , though the only person in sight is the brute she’s speaking to . ❝ do you have any dark works of fiction ? ❞ hands lay flat atop counter . ❝ you know , poetry ? ❞
@hellriddn !
