Errol Partridge (i_payitgladly) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2009-05-13 15:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | errol partridge, winifred burkle |
A guy, a girl, and a bookstore (Fred)
The bookstore, a nice little hole in the wall called "Bookmark Books," looked to be as unassuming a place as could be. Big bay windows with the name stenciled on them, a display of the week's new arrivals, and a good view for the stuffed chairs where people could sit and read. There was no Starbucks inside but a coffee pot was constantly in use, giving the place an appropriately pleasing smell.
The contents, Errol found, went beyond bestsellers and reference books. Towards the back were well-kept first editions, one of which he could have sworn he had burned well before his epiphany. But since this seemed to be a place out of time, he was not surprised for long. There were other shelves further back he had not had the chance to browse in-depth just yet, and none of the new arrivals were ever shelved back there. He'd get around to it some day, he decided. It wasn't like time was a concern for him here. He'd lived one life under tremendous stress with very few bright spots, and he was determined to enjoy this one much more and at a much slower pace.
There weren't many customers today, and the few that were here were content to sit and read. One trio sat around a low table, all looking at the same book and occasionally making quiet comments to each other. Students, Errol decided. He poured himself some coffee and walked back to his seat behind the counter, keeping a metaphorical eye and ear open as he opened his own book to its marked place.