Golden Fig Books Carrboro Novels & Stories

“do not read your own book—you might not like how it ends.” Glancing further up the case, the letter ‘G’ was carved in deeply. I scanned the books with my eyes and found myself reading the names that were painted on the spines of the books. Glenda Macon, Gregory Marsh, Gwyn Masters… Each book had a name embroidered on the spine. The books were all black, with names in a flat white. Very few books actually looked different from the others. The one named, Glenda Macon, had a rose with thorns dancing along the cover. I even noticed one that was a shade of slate grey.

That's when I saw it The golden glitter wave above my head moving in a direction I instinctively picked up my phone to record the whole thing as proof to show to my friends I was contemplating if I should follow, I didn't want to worry Mr Jonathan about this, so I followed the trail of glitter before it disappeared It led me all the way to the back of his library and I saw a book that looked really old The glitter settled on top the book and disappeared... It was all so magical and beautiful I picked up the book... It had an old cover with brown pages I opened it and the pages were blank and dusty... I think its an old journal "I do need one of these" I said as I added the book to the books