Rain [Short Stories]

Paper Breaths

She worked at the Library.

A big, beautiful building made of brick and old wisps of ivy clawing up the side over the dust-coated windows. The inside was even better because it had huge wonderful bookshelves packed with old and new books alike; it had those green lamps with such wonderful light for reading, comfy chairs, and ladders with wheels to go zooming down an isle when no one was looking. But best of all; it had her.

She was always working, always at the front desk stamping books. And when she wasn't stamping books, she was reading them.

One day it was Peter Pan, the next it was Moby Dick, and the last time he saw her it was Tom Sawyer. This time, gazing at her sparkling brown eyes from afar, he shuffled closer. Then, mustering up all his courage he charged right up to her desk with shaking fingers and said,
"Do you know, that is, where, um, Wizard of Oz is?" He asked, keeping his voice low.

" Right in that aisle 2nd shelf on your right." She pointed, not daring to look up. She didn't look up. She didn't have to because she just read that book the other day and it was fresh in her mind where she put it.

He didn't make a move to get it because that was not what he was looking for actually. He was looking for her heart.
He wanted her heart, made out of paper and ink itself.