This is the second to last post of the TBR Writing Challenge, and I’m thrilled to share a lovely short story from Janis. Get your tissues ready and enjoy a beautiful read.
To Be Read
It had taken nearly eight months, but Jane finally made it through the TBR pile that had been stacked by her bedside. As she picked up the remaining book from the floor, she could see the ring of dust her pile had created on the carpet like the chalk body outline in a crime novel. Her daughter would be pleased that she could finally vacuum the floor properly, but Jane couldn’t help feeling the loss of her friends.
She opened her book and started to read.
At first, when Anne invited her mother to come live with her, she had resisted. Jane valued her independence and knew that their individual daily habits could cause friction. But when Jane’s health deteriorated to a point that even she realized that she could no longer live alone, she consented. Within a few weeks, Jane’s home had been emptied and put on the market. Anne told her mother she could keep anything she wanted, but Jane knew her daughter’s house was small, and space was already at a premium. A few items of clothing, her favorite teacup, and her pile of books was all she brought with her…
Cindy is known for her energy and enthusiasm, but when it comes to reading in bed, she has the same problem I do. She does a lovely shout-out for my latest book, but I think it’s putting her to sleep (lol). I hope you enjoy her poem.
Ducks in a Row
My books are bought and piled up in perfect order like ducks in a row.
I twitter my way through the word press maze. The day is done, so I wash my face, brush my teeth, get my jammies on and crawl into bed...
Eric has a style of poetry all his own. I hope you enjoy his take on the challenge!
A new pile, a cut above the old, both merged, size matters, trouble is Mr McCartney I kept dipping in, book shelves rearranged, well the ones to hand, the read, the part through, the to be, the new, now all equally within reach, all bought for a reason, some I remember, some I haven’t a clue, yes I do, titles on past present lists, interest piqued through online and newspaper reviews – and some because I know you!
And what about my Kindle, well I once had one, an early one at that, gave it to my youngest grandson, he’s into retro, got most of my old gadgets, thinks it cool I had them when expensive and new…