Penny couldn’t walk passed a bookshop without going in. She might own a library at home all ready but she never knew what she was going to find on the overfilled shelves and sagging tables. Penny loved old books the best, ones that had been abandoned in attics just waiting to be re-discovered with their characters frozen in time.
Penny ran fingers over broken spines, slipping any book that caught her attention out to view further. Soon, she had pile in her arms and unable to hold any more went to the counter to pay.
(Inspired by; https://bikurgurl.com/2019/01/23/100-word-wednesday-week-106/ with thanks).