The End

Over on my reading blog I’ve been taking part in the R.I.P III reading challenge, as part of this Carl runs the Tiny Stories competition, where you can submit a “tiny story” (aka a drabble) which is 100 words long, with the interesting twist of allowing no repeated words (a LOT harder than you think!), so here is the second of my entires.

The Book

She, sat alone inside Jake’s café, with her latest find.

New, crisp, unread.

Leather. Fresh paper. Scent.

Perfect.

Must be luck.

First line: amazing.

Utterly, thoroughly, completely, engrossed.

Half eaten bacon buttie: ignored.

Mug of tea: cooling.

Afternoon work shift: forgotten.

Next day. Bread: curled.

Drink: stone cold.

Following week: mould.

Still there. Immersed, enraptured.

Spellbound.

Unseen. Unknown. Unmissed.

Lost in a good book.

Claimed.

Eventually death claims one more.

Only bones.

Then dust..

All that’s left.

Pages.

Bound.

Waiting.

Found.

Circle, life, decay, all-consuming. Unrestrained.

He picks it up, grins at his fortune, opens the cover. Begins to read.