ext_188297 ([identity profile] a-clairvoyante.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] hd_writers 2013-09-06 02:22 am (UTC)

100 word drabble using the prompt: books

I round the corner and my steps get faster with every meter I get closer to the enormous door. Finally I can open it - I have to use all my weight -
and as soon as I hear the silence and smell old parchment and ink, I know I'm right were I belong.
Rows upon rows of books tower in endless bookshelves. Golden dust particles are visible in the light.
I sigh and make my way over to my favourite desk and chair. Don't tell Madam Pince, but I like to stroke the spines of the books on my way.

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