I looked at the book on the over crowded shelf, I felt incomplete without it. The book was my reassurance, my sanctuary, my hope that I would find someone. That I would be apriciated for being me, not wearing a mask of happiness to patch up the real torment I have possessed. I let out a shaky sigh and frowned. 'There should be some relief in doing this, I've carted this stupid book 'round for too long.' I thought dryly to myself. That was a lie however. There was relief. There was relief after the bell rung and the door swung open. There was relief when the cold winter air pushed through the entrance. I sighed once more, looking sadly at my book. I didn't take it down.
The shop was quiet, only the soft ticking of the clock and the padding of feet against the oak floorboards. I moved back towards my desk and put on my best 'friendly-smile' to show the coustomer that they could come to me if they needed help finding anything. I sat down slowly in my chair and looked across the room. The man was stood in the far corner of the shop looking at a few classics, some detective, some horror. ( Arthur Conan Doyle--Agatha Christie and Edgar Allan Poe--Roald Dahl)
He looked calm, but slightly indecisive and lost. He didn't look back however. He kept moving forwards, trying to find what he came for. I wandered over to see if he needed help. He seemed to be amidst his own thoughts though, I felt rude bothering him, but it was my job. Getting what the coustomer wants. I gently patted him on the shoulder to get his attention, he paused from his search but turned to me and smiled kindly.
"Is there anything I can help you with Sir?" I said," you look a bit lost." He chuckled.
"I was wondering if you had anything written by M.R. James?" He said, gesturing towards the horror genre section amount the many mysteries.
"Colected Ghost Stories?" I inquired. "Yes." He replied with a grin on his face.
"Then we do have it," I said grinning back, "just up the stairs on the back wall, just above the sofa. The books have been moved around a bit so all unabridged stuff is up there." I concluded.
"Thank you', he spoke cheerily looking down at my name badge," Dan." Then he turned and headed towards the stairs, making his way to the second floor.
Hey! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know they're very short at the moment, but given that I've just woken up and wrote this in twenty minutes I'm quite happy. Have a great day! ~Lucy
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FanfictionDan works in 'The Crooked Shelf' book shop. The shop is empty except for him, there are next to no coustomers to the building, leaving him alone with a book on many occasions. But this soon changes. With one man. With that man he can be himself. Wit...
