Trying2beVegan

There was a noise coming from the shelf. The sort of noise you hear when someone moves a book from the shelf when then have found the one they have been searching the whole library for their whole life ( or what seems like a lifetime). That sort of smooth friction noise that is the forces between two styles of the same material wood and paper both the same starting material but one much thinner than the other and been through a lot more processing, the poor thing. It was this noise that made her look up from her book that she was reading, like a meerkat on the lookout for danger her neck peered towards the shelf where the noise had originated from.

The book was now resting with its outer edge and cover suspended above library floor only air and dust the two things between it and the floor the other half of the book sat on the shelf just before tipping point where the book would fall to the floor and create the noise that books do when they hit the ground from a height. The sound that gravity makes or is it the book that makes the noise, I’m not sure who makes that call.

Jenifer the woman sat reading the book on the floor was staring at the book hanging precariously on the shelf. She thought a few things were strange in that moment in the library, one she was in after hours so no-one could have moved that book to make the noise, that being the only book wouldn’t suggest an earthquake that would surely have rattled more than a single book. The strangest thing she thought in that moment as she looked up at the shelf was the strange impending feeling that the book was looking back at her. She stared at it for at least 10 seconds… then the book winked at her. It definitely winked at her she was sure of that.

“Did you just wink at me?!” She shrieked quietly for she was still in a library and the shriek was stifled by the societal respect for quiet in a library even when no ones around to hear you. Sort of like when trees fall in woods when nobody’s there to hear. Why would the tree bother to make a noise, let alone scream as it fell down, no ones going to ask if its ok and help it back onto its roots are they?

“I don’t know what a wink is” Replied the book

“Your a talking book?” Jenifer replied in hushed surprise

“Well if you call this talking I guess you could say I’m a talking book but I wouldn’t say it defines my character. I’m a complex sort of soul, many chapters I have inside and I would say its what you have inside that defines you rather than just one trait such as talking. Thats like judging a book by its cover and you know how that usually ends up!”

Jenifer sat there in stunned silence…

“I need to stop eating my roommates funny smelling brownies before coming to the library. Thats the third book that’s talked to me this week.”