No-one knew Laura's name, or cared. Running the children's department in the local bookstore, she was condescending, superior, and generally unpleasant to know. She sneered at children' choices as they made their purchases. "Oh, you want THAT?" she'd say.
But the books disliked her, too. One night, while she was counting the day's miserable takings in the till after everyone had left, the entire Teen Fiction and Reference shelves collapsed onto her.
It was a slow death. Suffocated and strangled by mountains of her most despised titles, Laura's last vision was the cover of Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows.
But the books disliked her, too. One night, while she was counting the day's miserable takings in the till after everyone had left, the entire Teen Fiction and Reference shelves collapsed onto her.
It was a slow death. Suffocated and strangled by mountains of her most despised titles, Laura's last vision was the cover of Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows.
