A humour piece: The Last One on the Shelf |
Alright here we go again, I walked up to the store expecting those fresh brown looks possibly even a little blue to add colour, but all I saw was brown. The little store was empty of people as always. I didn't think people would quite appreciate the magic of books. Yet here I am staring at a blank, hazel slate, with no books. I kept asking myself, "how in the world of little cockroaches, are there no books?" How? I knew everyone who read books in the very tiny neighborhood. And here I was thinking I was actually exaggerating about the fact that I knew everyone that did read. Emphasis on Everyone. Everyone Maybe I was right? Did I just predict the future? What kind of sorcery is this? I kept asking myself "since when did people like books?" I went over to the comic books, of course, they were all gone. I went over to the fantasy. They were all gone. I ran around the library knowing that the staff didn't care. All the books were gone. Except the one about a medical society that warned the people about the disease creating zombies which no one believe because they thought it was an early April Fool's Joke. |