The Library

It was something of a consolation. Her mind - in the quest for other like minds, not the minds of her shallow “Brideshead” contemporaries – slipped – so to speak - into the hidden corners, niches of books.

Books.

When did it start? - Her feeling about the books. Her intimates, friends!

As a child she would make her way up the street past the delicatessen and the launderette. With a growing sense of responsibility she crosses the road at the lights… She enters via the rampart.

Her eyes go wide
Shut
Old gentlemen
Rustling newspaper
Solemn ladies
Shuffling index forms