Post by Seth Titus on Mar 17, 2015 0:47:44 GMT -5
The echo of a bell above a glass door resounded as a young patron stepped inwards bringing with him a chill the day held. Mindful that the door shut completely, blue eyes gazed back briefly to consider it for a second before dashing away around and across the shelves of books that rested just in front of them. A small uncanny smile rested upon otherwise absent mannered lips as their owner, the young man who knew the bookstore well in his years in and out of it, drove forwards amongst the shelves. Perhaps there was no aim for the moment in his stride, but he could not help his interest in what lay beyond. There was always something new to read, after all.
Steady footing and an ease of posture melded with the scantly lit area as two precarious eyes flickered from one shelf to the other reflecting the names and titles across bounded books. He’d read many and knew quite a few by author if not by title. However, in twenty years of life, he had yet to put a dent in the seemingly endless amount of literature that persisted. It was impeccable how rather than get close to finishing all the books in that particular store, Seth found as soon as he was done with one, three more he hadn’t read would catch his attention. It brought about a strange mix of interest and anxiousness, as he was sure he would never finish them all but felt the bizarre inclination to attempt to anyways.
Breathing in the smell of dust, Seth stopped level with a shelf, staring at the particular author whose name he had never seen before. Without hesitation, he reached forth, pulling it from the shelf and turning it over. Eyes scanned the summary page intently as pale lips quietly mouthed the words to yet another interest he might have. In an instant, he became unaware of the world around him, lost in his own mental world as the words on the page drew up his imagination.