When walking down a street you don't generally stop to greet a stranger. That is, of course, unless you are doing a dare of some sort. I don't know why exactly today was special but I saw a man, he seemed especially down. He was carrying a book, old looking with a leather cover that was falling apart, under his arm with a deep frown on his face. I felt bad for him and said, "hello, sir! Good day?"
With those two simple sentences, I found one of my best friends I would ever meet.
"Hello ma'am. And the day is not so great for i have lost my job and I have no one to tell my tale. You see, I have a library filled of magic books in my house, and no one will believe me. They label me crazy and mentally unstable but little do they know, that there really are magic books."
"Well I believe you sir, in fact if you wanted to show me I will follow and will gladly listen to your story"
"Why thank you ma'am. My name is John. What is yours may I ask?"
"My name is Elizabeth"
And here is where my story begins.
YOU ARE READING
The Collection
Short StoryHave you ever met someone on the street and been dumb enough to follow him home? No? That's probably a good thing. She meets a man who has a collection of books, magical books. She listens to the tales of the books that want to be read.
