Hi. It’s Day 15 and the #BlogFlash prompt today is Books. I could wax lyrical about books from sun up to sun down as I’ve loved books ever since I learned to read &*? years ago. I originally wrote a piece about what books mean to me, but I cast it aside and rewrote something more entertaining for you. I hope you like it.
I picked up the book lovingly, examining it. The shininess of the cover, the uncreased spine, the feel of each new page, even the smell impacted on my senses.
I got comfortable and began to read, absorbing myself in the wonderful world and getting to know the characters intimately. I travelled with them, shared their laughter and tears and helped them with their chores. They were my friends now.
I turned another page, engrossed and there was my name. The author had chosen my name for a character. I read on and the world appeared even more real; I could feel the soft breeze, smell the scents and hear my new friends talking to me. I looked around and all I could see was this strange yet wonderful world created by the writer’s imagination.
Gone was my lounge, my furniture, my ornaments and photographs. I peeped through a small window and there it was only I wasn’t curled up on the sofa. A plain black book, all the shininess gone from the jacket lay where I had sat.