The Prompt: Books


She felt the familiar thrum of anticipation. Someone was coming.

She remembered. Having purpose, being needed.

But, it had been so long; so long without a touch, a caress. So long since anyone lingered and questioned, discovered and delighted.

Her life had once been bright, sitting amongst the greats. Conversations, discussions, discoveries. Being tested, tried. Being included.


Her meaning and reason to be; sweeping them away, allowing them to lose themselves, find themselves, be themselves. Teaching, guiding; entertaining, exciting.

She could still transport them; let them fly through dreams of what if and maybe and what might be. Let them see new worlds, new perspectives; different lives, possibilities. If they let her.

She sat in the dust of age and disuse, of days lost and places unseen, of stories forgotten and tales untold.

She remembered.

Someone was coming, and she might be found.


You can find this weeks #ThePrompt linky here. I do hope this prompt inspired you; I look forward to reading your posts.

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21 thoughts on “The Prompt: Books”

  1. I love this – beautifully written and love this description of all the wonderful moments that books can offer as seen from the perspective of one. A lovely unusual angle on the theme :-)

  2. This actually gave me goosebumps! Your love of books really shine out of it and everything you said about them is true. Love the way it’s from the book’s perspective – I hope someone comes and picks her up! #Fridayfiction (P.s sorry I haven’t linked to #theprompt this week but thank you so much for the inspiration… I’ll explain what I mean in my #WhatImWriting post on Tuesday.) xxx

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