The old pages

Denise

I saw a book tucked under his arm and out of curiosity asked if I could look at it. It read 'timeline' with a hand message written inside it in cursive. "Its sci-fi thriller and that message was written by my dad. It was the last book he ever gave to me before dying five years ago." he said in a low almost whisper. " I'm sorry. If you wouldn't mind, I would like to read it sometime."

We reached the village quicker since we decided to take his car. It was a quaint place and the kind of place hard to find in the city. We entered our first location only to be disappointed. Even this store was forced to sell all their books to the company. Three years ago, I had visited the oxford library with my grandma to ask if there was ever a chance of old school reading with books. Since they were the only store not completely bought by the Serve industries, they were ready to go back to being their old store if we could provide them with the books.

Jack suddenly said, " An old collector who lives 15 minutes from here is our last stop. I so badly wanted it to work." He looked heartbroken and dejected and I was feeling the same way. " My grandma and I connected with the books she read to me and gave me for reading. Her last wish was to see her favorite bookstore in its original glory." "My father wanted the same thing." he said.