The Bookshelf

The Bookshelf by Tiffany Greenfield


She left him alone in a room with her purse and her bookshelf.  She hoped he would see past her college textbooks and notice her dog eared copy of Kerouac.  Worse, when she returned he was gone along with her wallet and the only picture of her Mama with her at the beach days before she walked away from their family.  Did anyone ever take the time to read anymore?


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