The Bookstore
Judy could tell it was going to be another long, hot summer. And now with Roger deployed to Iraq, she was left alone once again, babies crying, toddler teething. She cracks the window to get some air, as if to breathe some life into her long, tedious day of bottles and baby wipes.
Lately she’s heard rumors that the bookstore is going to close. And she prays it isn’t so. It’s her refuge, her escape. It’s where she meets her friends, Longfellow and Keats and Hemingway and Fitsgerald. And it’s the only place she can bring her kids and no one cares.
But babies whimper and allay her worrying for awhile.
115 words, not including title.
A Pocketful of Joy to Fill Your Day
Pocketful of Joy 
What a lovely little story, Betty, and very well written. I can almost hear the woman’s pleas that the store won”t close. Some good detail about her favourite authors and the stores tolerance of children. 🙂
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Thank you, Millie! That means a lot to me coming from you! 🙂
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Great story. I can picture Judy thinking about the possibility of the store closing and her dread of not having her special time of escape .I like the part about..”allay her worrying” because this is so true in real life. Many things happen to distract you from your worries, at least for a short while.
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Thank you. I appreciate your reply. Yes, Judy needed that distraction. It’s not good to worry too much, especially when one has too much to worry about, anyway! 🙂
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I want to know more about her! A lovely work Betty. It takes some effort to paint a story in so few words. Kudos!
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Thank you! Perhaps, someday…
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I love how you set the story, her fears, including why, and her experience gained in so few words, very good read.
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Thanks so much, Charli!
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