Library, Friday

[crimson_sister]

At first Lucille thought that the library was unusually quiet. She began reshelving, but soon she felt uneasy, as if something was going on behind her back. It didn't matter what she did, the feeling did not go away, and had she been somewhere else, she would have questioned her senses.

Finally she got fed up and settled behind the desk, skimming through a heavy book on 19th century art. It was familiar and comforting.

[Open library]