By some miracle, seven days have come and gone since Rochelle posted last weeks photo. If that isn’t enough to convince you that miracles occur, take note of my word count and let all doubt go.
If you were hoping to see Penn again this week, I beg your forgiveness. Truthfully, Penn was the first one I saw in this prompt. But then…
A little angel on my shoulder whispered, “This one’s mine.”
Please join me in welcoming Angelique into Claire’s library for the first time.
Shelved (80 words. Eighty words. A-T words. 8. 0. You will never see this again.)
“Everyone has a story,” Claire said, “full of secret memories and hidden sorrows. You can read it in their eyes, if you look deeply. Or…”
She pulled a small volume from a bottom shelf and tucked Angelique’s report inside the back cover.
“Is that the fat man’s story?” Angelique asked.
“This thing?” Claire waved the thin book in the air, then looked up at the floor-to-ceiling bookcases lining the cozy room’s walls. “Heavens, child. This whole room belongs to Steve.”
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