I looked up at the building in front of me. Main Street Books was the name on the front, and I pondered whether or not I should go in. It had been over two years since I stepped foot in a bookstore. We had been forced to close ours down after my co-owner and father had taken ill. We knew he was sick – and in a way we had been prepared for his passing, but it still irreversibly changed my life in every way. I closed my eyes, felt the breeze pass over my face. My eyelids were illuminated under the glow of the sun. I tried to imagine what my father would say if he was there with me. “Go in you silly girl! You can’t avoid bookstores forever!”
So I did, I stepped in and somehow, I found myself home.
This post is a response to the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. Photo provided by Dawn Miller.