May 23, 2014
The bookshop was supposed to be a secluded little place, so old-fashioned that the withered man behind the counter wouldn't turn up his nose at a cigarette. And she had only been lost to the the fanciful breath of nostalgia a moment as she reached for a book on the Fae. But upon the approach of a stranger she swiftly crammed it back in its place and turned to the legal tomes behind her.
She breathed out a sigh. Her own foolishness, it had been, and it was only just that reality should sequester all fantasy in the past.
