The snow burned her bare feet as she stood outside Felix's Books in a dazed sort of sadness, peering inside and debating her entry. Well, she thought, I guess Felix will want to know what happened to me...
Aleah pushed open the glass door as she had done countless times before, her hands trembling.
"Felix?" She whispered, looking around the shop. She hadn't visited in so long... She'd forgotten the licorice-and-parchment smell, thew way books covered the walls, and how everything seemed warm and comforting all on it's own.
She'd missed Felix terribly, having been away for so very long.
But, where was he?
She searched every corner of the shop, until, behind the front desk, she finally found him.
His body was dusty with age, and she wondered how she couldn't have noticed the strong aroma of rotting flesh earlier. He had been dead a long time, she could tell. Not quite a skeleton, but so mangled and decayed that he was only recognisable by his tattered plaid shirt.
"Felix?" She asked quietly into the empty shop, turning his body over gently with her bare foot. He didn't reply.
How very rude of him. She thought to herself, rather angrily.
She continued this process for a while before she finally concluded that Felix was indeed dead. Aleah dialed 911.
"Hello, I found a dead body." She said plainly into the receiver.
"You what? M'am, where is this dead body?" The man on the other end sounded panicky. She couldn't tell why, though.
"I found a dead body. In Felix's Books." Aleah prodded Felix with her foot again. "Yep, he's dead alright."
After a few seconds of keys clicking, the man said,
"Felix's Books closed 12 years ago, after Felix Tyler, the owner of the shop, died of unknown causes." The man sounded worried.
"Oh. How strange. Thanks anyways." She hung up and looked down at Felix.
"Huh. So... You were never alive, all these months?" She asked the rotted corpse.
He shook his head.
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Felix's Books
Short Story(for aleeyuh) A story about two teens who meet in a bookstore every afternoon. Shit goes down yo