Sarah Lustgarten

Possibilities

She found the pocket-sized book in her grandparent’s library. The term “library” loosely applied – the room had previously been a garage, converted to a bedroom where her parents slept when they visited. Three of the walls were covered in floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, stacked with books of an incongruous variety. Old, leather-bound religious texts sat next to Agatha Christie novels, and romance novels with covers containing beautiful women and men whose hair blew in the breeze. A perfect mix of her strict grandfather and fun-loving grandmother.