Wayward

Stories

The girl played with the edges of the book clutched in her hands, the spine cracked multiple times despite the fact that she hasn't read the book more than once. She faintly recalled visions of walking through libraries, her stomach constantly in a knot wondering when her mother would get impatient. Wondering when her sister would shove random books into her hands, commenting that it's been more than an hour. The girl's voice barely above a whisper that very night as she begged her sister to read to her followed only by reluctance. She can read by herself now, yet her heart twinged.