Aussiewayup

It was always her. The one behind the shelves. Lurking behind the next case. Not hiding, not anything of that sort. It was obviously her. The one pausing over each title. The one whose fingers lingered over each leather binding. It was no one but her. There was always this glow, this gleam in her eyes as she gazed at the creamy pages. Eyes of a magpie that girl had, always hidden behind umber hair. Peering through and siphoning the words from the page. It was the way that she moved. That's how you knew. The way she rubbed her lower lip with her thumb. The way her eyes darted, swam across every line. Or floated I should say. Floated on ink