Flash Fiction #107 – The Library

Everything you need to know about a man is in the books he reads. I scour my suitor’s library as he uses the restroom.

Men without books are undeserving of another date. I demand a man with character, depth, knowledge. A man’s library is his mind, and my suitor’s is a labyrinth. I run my fingers along the spines.

I turn the corridors, inhaling the leather and old paper smells.

Then I reach a dead end. 

Subjects like Serial Killers, MurderHiding Bodies.

I hear his footsteps as he enters the library.

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