Puck Me Hard
It was just a lot of questions I didn’t want at all so that’s why I don’t use the credit card on books.
Pushing out a breath, I shoved the thoughts of my father to the back of my mind and refocused, running my fingers along the spines of the books I was returning. When I got to my new favorite, One Hundred Years of Solitude, I hesitated, tracing the title absentmindedly, perhaps I should give it a re-read and use it for my thesis?
A voice suddenly spoke behind me, quoting a line from the book.
“Death really did not matter to him, but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear, but of nostalgia.”