Tag: old books

How a Nameless Child Got Her Name

In a time that stood for all times, a small child lay among the brackish water and tall reeds and rushes. As the water lapped over her tiny feet, she lay, half-asleep, dreaming of better days, willing herself into quiet for just a few more moments, for she knew what realization would come to her on waking: she had been abandoned. This small child, … Read More How a Nameless Child Got Her Name

The Ultimate (Bookish) Fantasy

Oil lamps cast shadows as you wet your fingertips and turn the page. Clearing your throat, you begin anew. Enraptured by the words spilling from your lips, I move closer, inhaling the scent of your skin as it mingles with the fragrance of dusty pages. Balancing the book in one hand, you reach for me. At the chapter’s close, our hands are clasped.