“How've you been Henn?”
“I've been keeping well, still working at the Cannery, getting sick of the smell of fish though. Have you seen Dad recently?”
“It's been years since I last saw him. Jackson still isn't coping started his third job in five months last week and I can't help wondering how long this ones going to last.”
“It's been hard on him.”
“It's been hard on all of us.”
He laid the flowers on the headstone and walked away
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The cosmic bookshop
The book shop felt oppressively narrow, a feeling that wasn't helped by the fact that air hung thick with dust and the scent of musty old books. The shop consisted of two parallel corridors flanked with bookshelves that disappeared back into darkness; each bookshelf bowed under its heavy load. The man behind the battered wooden counter seemed almost catatonic, despite his stupor he sat bolt upright on a three legged wooden stool, no mean feat considering his obviously advanced age. Peter moved further into the shop, past the old man, down one of the aisles, noticing immediately how the book lined walls deadened all sound from outside. He sauntered down the book lined passage, eyes sliding over the typical assortment of second hand books- entire shelfs of unread biographies and walls of literary classics studied in every school up and down the country. However he noticed as he continued that only one copy of each book appeared on the shelves, no duplicates. Determined to find a double he delved deeper into the shop. Passing countless alcoves containing old threadbear armchairs with a reading light above them, he continued. The books seemed to become older and less distinctive; the faded fabric covers with paling gilt titles on their spines seemed to blur into one monotone shelf.
By Joe Forsyth3 years ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch 49
TUS NUA – ch 49 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) As Mia spoke on the phone to Ali’s sister, Ellen, Finola slipped quietly away and walked to the stream behind Tus Nua. Carefully, she put a block on her family so no one could know what she was about to do.
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