If you didn’t read Part One and you’d like to, you can find that here. Enjoy!
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The smell of leather only got stronger as she walked the aisles. A lingering sense of judgment still occupied her chest. Only five more minutes and she would be gone.
Passing the historical section, the biographies, the fantasy, the young adult fiction, absolutely nothing stood out to Josie. She didn’t really know what she expected, a book just at the ready to fly off the shelves and smack her in the head?
Just as she reached the last aisle, not seeing the shop keep once as she made her rounds, which was more than a relief than she’d like to admit. She noticed the next section sign was blank, and a little crooked?
At the end of the aisle, this small room, and that was being generous, was the size of a broom closet as it branched off into an angular nook that protruded a bit from the rest of the store layout.
