Tabby leaned against the heavy door. Stepping inside, she took in the quiet, like a cool wash of rain on a hot day.
She padded to the children’s section. Most of the books were well-used. Running her finger along the spines, she found one she hadn’t read. She took it to a corner filled with beanbag chairs.
Legs crossed, Tabby plopped into a chair, taking delight in the fanciful cover.
As she began to read, everything else fell away. For just a while, she could go into a world where no one would hurt her.
I want to apologize for my limited participation last week. I usually read every post. Not this time. I think I read the first five. It was just a very busy week, lots of interruptions, and then I caught a nasty cold–no, not THE PLAGUE–and just couldn’t keep up. I’m looking forward to the stories this week. It’s a prompt that could go in so many different directions!