The bell dinged, causing the woman to lift her glasses cautiously. She stepped inside ever so graciously, mind wondering and eyes darting.
Beautiful sculpted, her fingers traced the hard back leather spine of the old dusted forgotten book. Like a traumatic memory the book was. Forgotten yet still captivating to the mind always trying to ignore the traces left behind of the ghastly memories been formed. She picked me up. Shocked one could say, even flabbergasted may be the emotion. A rheumy shine, dusty, decrepit book banned and hidden from society due to the lack of attention. Basically a reject. But her oh her, she was different. She saw the beautiful in the old. The flaws she saw with her sunken eyes. She the lady, walked out. A flash of the bookshop left her view. A new chapter I suppose it's all been so long.
