Garrett Arnett

The Book Of Life

Pulses, up and down the book breathed life into its creased pages. The leather bound words joined tightly together, woven into existence. It began to move. Slowly, eventually, towards him. A man with all of life’s experiences shown by his worn bones, covered by a kind exterior. Smiling from cheek to cheek he watched in awe as this little black book moved. It stopped. It opened. Creaky noises emulating from this little black book, filling a blank room. But as blank as this room was, the man’s experience led the way for this book. Upon a glance the pages filled with his life. Sentences, punctuation, and spelling all summed up in his existence. The little back book was sewn in a connection with this man. The two were indistinguishable.