Day 127

Prompt: pets.   The couch is cold as I sink into it, pulling a blanket over me as I crack open a book: Fish Preferred by P.G. Wodehouse. I marvel at the language, at his light tone, reading it as if this is the first time instead of the hundredth. I'm half a chapter in when …

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Day 54

Prompt: A rainy afternoon.   I step under the awning, shaking the water off my umbrella before folding it and entering the small shop. The store smells like old books and memories, a wave of nostalgia hitting me. I close my eyes and let it sink in, lost in reverie. "May I help you?" It's …