This man often comes to the shop. He always pauses, notices whatever music is playing. This afternoon he came in out of the rain quietly, and he noticed the music as usual. He raised one hand, reached towards it, nodded, didn’t say anything.
Then he went to look at books. I don’t remember what he chose, only that he liked the music. He lined his books up, stacked them without looking, said, yes, this is good. I don’t know if he meant his reading or the music or the rain; many people were delighted with the rain. He left, vaguely conducting something, not fast, just in agreement.
Artwork: All That Jazz by M. Sani
Was just noting in my journal that my writing is so picaresque and somehow I can’t bring my mental ramblings on the day’s events to any discernable meaning … but you have done so with this piece. High five.
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Thank you Susan, and thank you for your blogs, they are really useful and informative for me.
Kerry
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Interesting customer. He might need a story all his own…
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I so agree, but then they leave, some never to come back. I always wonder…
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Music is magic. And you know what they say about magic and books… 🙂
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Together, they make libraries, very magical places 🙂
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Hi Kerry,
I love reading your posts 🙂 and about the books you love. Glad Flic put me onto Litsy so I could join the ‘feed’ and have you in my inbox… best wishes to you and Linden.
Angela Preiss 0468 674 950 lasotido@gmail.com
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