‘We need something to cheer us up.’ Said, Toast. ‘Other books have a festival. Why can’t we?’ The others began talk excitedly. In agitation, cover flaps opened and shut and dust rose. With a creak, the shelf slowly subsided.
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‘Move over,’ said a dusty copy of Ivanhoe to the new member on the lost books shelf. ‘Sorry,’ muttered the brightly coloured Trainspotting. Further along the shelf came a fluting voice, ‘For goodness sake. Not another modern.’ ‘No need to be snobbish Pride and Prejudice.’ said Ivanhoe. The books on the shelf settled down grumpily. They had been there too long.
‘We need something to cheer us up.’ Said, Toast. ‘Other books have a festival. Why can’t we?’ The others began talk excitedly. In agitation, cover flaps opened and shut and dust rose. With a creak, the shelf slowly subsided.
Wendy Forshee
22/8/2020 02:01:52 pm
Loved it
Sue Clayton
23/8/2020 03:57:30 am
Poor old books. Nicely written. Comments are closed.
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