Charli Mills asked us to write about libraries this week for her 99 word flash fiction challenge.
She ran her finger along the spines of the books on the shelves.
Read it, read it, readitreaditreaditreadit…
Her finger ran out of books and found a door at the end of the shelf.
She shrugged. This was a public library. She tugged on the handle and opened the door. A man, bald, glasses, seated at a desk, raised his eyes.
“Sit,” he said and pushed a book across the desk. “Read that.”
“It might teach you how to find your way home.”
She turned. The door clicked closed. She tugged on the handle. It was locked.