Virag Gulyas en Short Story Writers, beBee in English Founder & New Media Manager • MissCareerLess 27/11/2016 · 1 min de lectura · +600

Don't touch the piles


Once upon a time you entered a bookstore where books were in piles. Not a Barnes & Nobel organized piles, but some random piles like a perfect play for hide and seek. Of course, only if you like playing hide and seek with random books.

Among the piles, you will find treasures. But hussss... don't touch the piles unless you have a well-defined insurance that covers book piles related accidents.

Because accidents do happen and book piles do collapse, and you do get covered by those hard and paper covers, and man, they hurt.

The look of pretended guilt (while the outburst of laugh is stronger) and the look of ´I kill you´ (and here the lack of sign of any laugh is tangible) wave around the lines of piled books and the formerly piled, now, collapsed pile of books.

The guilt leaves. The treasure was found. And it doesn't matter what was left behind...

...oh those collapsed piles.

Don't touch the piles


Sara Jacobovici 28/11/2016 · #4

Great find and great story @Virag Gulyas As a self-confessed bookaholic, I certainly can relate to the described experience.

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Virag Gulyas 28/11/2016 · #3

#1 @Pamela L. Williams yes me too! But here I managed to destroy a full pile. :-) They won't see me with smiles again ... haha

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Larry Boyer 28/11/2016 · #2

A beautiful tale. I certainly remember those times and every once in a while find one of them.

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Pamela L. Williams 28/11/2016 · #1

I can remember going into an old bookstore, sitting on the floor and just reading as much as I could before I was told to leave. Books were my treasures, my adventures. I loved those piles of books! AND I loved the smell of an old bookstore; that musty, dusty, ink infused aroma of knowledge just waiting to be unearthed from the book piles.

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