|Copyright: Randy Mazie|
As they arrived in front of the library, she became
nostalgic. She was a five year old when she had first come here with her dad and
was introduced to the beautiful world of books. Books had become her best
friends ever since and it was because of the numerous books that she read since
her childhood, she was a writer now.
tug on her sweater brought her back to the present. “Mom, who are we going to
meet here?” asked her five year old daughter. “We are here to meet your best friends”
she replied with a smile.
Word Count: 100
Labels: Books, Childhood, Daughter, Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Memories, Mom, Reading