This week’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge comes via a photo from Claire Fuller. I struggled in vain to make out the titles, feeling really sneaky. Checking out someone’s reading matter feels a bit like reading their diary. 😉
A Shared Passion
The man at the big house invited me to see his library. So many shapes, sizes – my head whirled in wonderment.
He lent me ‘Jane Eyre’ and promised ‘Wuthering Heights’ when I’d finished it.
My mother burned ‘Jane Eyre’; called him evil, and said I was never to go back there.
But I went back… to apologise. For my mother’s barbarity.
I sat beside him and he held me while I cried.
I never saw him again; but every week, when I hid a book beneath the stone at his gateway, I’d find another one waiting.
And so I learned.