Bloom Book Shop

THE STORY

“Slowly, wandering the streets, I came across a seemingly abandoned house. A wooden hut with a wide-open door, as an invitation.

I entered.

The wood was rotten and cricking under my every step.

Slowly, I found myself in a room of dusty books on a shelf. I pulled out the lighter to identify them. I found some knocked down candles witch I lit. On the floor there was a huge atlas, some detective books and a 1rst world war book, but there was a title that caught my attention “The Egyptian pyramids lost treasure”. I lost track of time in its pages.

I heard a loud noise and looking around I saw the shadow of a hunchback old lady with a sickle in her hands. I startled and hid under the stairs, surrounded by a storm.

When I realized the reason for all this noise, I thought that was tired and had imagined this entire story. Suddenly, between cricks and throws of stones, the hunchback lady hit my had. I felt down and when I wake up my hands are tied. She drags me to the back and wraps me in a shroud, and stuffs gauze in my mouth to stop me from moaning and gurgling. When I’m wrapped up tightly, she throws me into a box that I realize is shaped like a coffin, and I start to sweat, my thoughts jumping up and down in a whirlwind that sends me into a panic. At the back is a pole with fish drying, I see a shovel, a bag and a series of tools, what is this being going to do to me? bury me alive?! I lose consciousness.

I wake up to sirens and rushing water, jets of water hit the walls, the firemen pick me up, still in a daze, take me outside, the house is on fire and at that moment I feel the anguish, how many untold stories have vanished into the air, transformed into ash dust.”