As far as I knew, the first words written in the book were these:
Why would anyone read such a sappy girly book? The author needed to get out there and write some real stories. All this angst about being a wimp, she should have just beat John up and told the lady to get a real son, not some overweight idiot with a penchant for bullying little girls.
The writer's pen was bleeding through the page in the last phrase, like it had some personal connection.
Two days went by before I checked the book again. Later, I think I knew something was going to happen, but at the time I was oblivious.
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Meeting in the Margins
Short StoryCassidy and Drex are strangers. They've never met, they don't know the other's last names, and they don't know the other's age. But they share one thing in common. They converse through the pages of an English classic at the town library. The pair's...
