Sign of the Times
We pounce on it greedily, like starving animals.
“One at a time!” our leader shouts.
I’m the first to touch it, to bury my nose inside it and breathe in the musty scent of ages past. I want to take it home, possess it. I want to flick its pages, fold its corners, bookmark it, curl up in a chair with it, admire the artwork on the cover and run my hands over the paper.
I don’t know what happened, why they stopped making them.
“Give it here.” Our leader holds out his hand.
Reluctantly, I hand the book back.
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Melanie over 7 years ago
Reminds me of how I reacted the day I had the privilege of holding a hand-drawn on sheepskin copy of Chaucer's Canterbury Tales.
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Julie over 7 years ago
Wow, Melanie, what a wonderful moment that must have been.
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Julie over 7 years ago
Thanks, Michelle. The thought is rather depressing, isn't it. I very much hope it never comes to pass. I'm a 'real' book person and won't have a Kindle, though I realise that in some instances, when travelling for instance, they do have a use. I won't have one, though; my love for a book with pages runs too deep.
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Julie over 7 years ago
Drew, I'll admit that it's quite costly buying books, but as I don't smoke or drink to excess or buy copious amounts of handbags or shoes, I class books as my 'vice' and buy them, though I'll read the first chapter or so in the bookshop to see if the books grabs me before shelling out money. I have to say, I haven't bought too many 'mistakes', happily.
Thanks!
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D.M. over 7 years ago
A thought-provoking drabble.
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Julie over 7 years ago
Thank you, D.M.
