Bookstore Quincy Novels & Stories

They’d stayed there until they’d gotten older then returned to be closer to the grandparents. When they’d arrived they’d sought permission from Emily’s dad then opened up a bookstore that doubled as a library. That’s the business they’d run in their old pack as well. So Juniper being new and shy spent her days holed up in the store surrounded by books. It just so happened that Emily was an avid reader and loved books just as much as Juniper obviously did.

Just sneakers and a light jacket. The city was unusually quiet. I ended up at a small antique bookstore tucked between a florist and a tailor. It had no flashy signage, just a brass bell on the door and a handwritten welcome note in cursive. Inside, the scent of old paper and cedar wrapped around me like a story waiting to be told. I let myself drift between the aisles until a book caught my eye—Letters Never Sent. It was a collection of real, unsent letters from women over the last century. To lost loves, estranged mothers, unborn children.