Angelica Macfarlane

United States

“Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.”
— Louis L’Amour

The Places We Can Go

July 19, 2019

PROMPT: Micro Memoir

 The comforting smells of ink and sawdust filled my nose as I skimmed the page. Today, I was on the tallest building and yesterday I was in the middle of the vast ocean. To me there was never a dull moment. Then as I read I heard distinctive sounds of footsteps as they echoed against their quiet surroundings.

“Why do you waste away here?” 

I glaced up eyebrow raised as I met eyes with a small girl who stood head tilted to her side. She had strawberry blonde hair and freckles that were carelessly sprinkled across her tiny nose.

“What do you mean?” I ask shutting my book feeling it between my fingers.

 “Well whenever I come here it’s so boring. People just sit quietly and read for hours!  When I get older I want to travel the world not be cooped up in some small little library!”

 I chuckled and beckoned her closer. “Who says I don’t travel the world?”

She looked at me curiously again waiting for me to explain. I smiled and reached over to my right pulling out a small leather bound book. Then I handed it to her.

“Every day I get to go somewhere new. France, Italy, big cities, small towns, you name it. Books are a place where people can escape. It’s a way people can learn about culture and history.”

 I tapped the book in her tiny hands. “Books are vessels for imagination. Try it and you might just fall in love.”



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