I’ll always question how it ended.
Olivia blindfolded me. It was soft and silky. Glitter guided me. I followed unresisting to the front of the bookstore blindfolded as if I might see something I shouldn’t or perhaps remember the way back.
Heightened senses made the worn carpet feel like grass. The air smelled rich beneath the smell of dust and old books. I could hear multiple voices talking softly. Everything around me seemed so alive.
The jingle of the bell was startling.
Sounds of traffic overwhelmed me. I was alone on the street. The door locked. The sign read closed.
By Shari Marshall – April 28, 2018
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Prompt for this 100 word post is from 101 Writing Prompts, prompt #32.