The old book depository smelled of dust and that slight acidic smell of well fingered pages (why do they say ‘well thumbed’? When did you last ‘thumb’ a book?). The depository was warm and dishevelled like the books it contained, but Jesse loved it. She grabbed a book at random from a shelf without looking at the front cover or the title (as was her reading habit) and made her way through the maze of books to the little canteen lit by the same sad fluorescent lighting.
Welcome to Week Five of Three Line Tales.
Check the TLT page for the full guidelines, but here’s the gist:
- Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
- Link back to this post.
- Tag your post with 3LineTales (so we can find you in the Reader).
- Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
- Have fun.