Between the Bookshelves

1210 WordsJan 30, 20185 Pages
I stand on the stone pavement, backpack thrown over my shoulder, weighty book-bag slung across my chest, my suitcase leaning against my leg as though it’s too weary to continue on. I had felt a wild sense of adventure when my parents has stared at me in shock, when my friends called me insane, when even my own heart was frozen in fear. I felt alive, spontaneous, and full of bohemian freedom. Now I just feel lost. You see, this is a strange city. Especially if you come from a small town in Mid-West America. But here I am, standing in front of Shakespeare and Company Paris, France. I stand on the street in the icy fog, hands trembling and teeth chattering. Overhead the sky opens up, letting loose a chilling drizzle which interrupts my thoughts. It’s now or never. My heart pounds against my chest as I take two swift strides towards the door. Before my fingers wrap around the door knob, it swings open to reveal a young woman. “Excusez-moi, monsieur.” Her cheeks redden slightly as she steps aside and ducks her head, letting wavy auburn hair fall across her face like a cascading waterfall. I fidget and clear my throat, unsure of what to say in response. “Please, forgive me,” she says again when she notices my silence. “I was in a bit of a rush and didn’t see anyone through the window.” Her gaze falls to my suitcase and a soft smile plays across her lips. “And you must be Grayson King, our newest writer. I’m Amelia….I help manage the store.” Her transition
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