I was perusing the mystery section, nothing really grabbing my interest, when I saw her. The library was as reticent as expected but there was an aura of absolute silence beyond the normal quiet.
She hovered amidst the Dean Koontz novels, showing no interest in one particular book. I feigned any enthusiasm and continued down the row of books, not taking time to make contact.
She still understood me. She would have put money on the fact I would be in this section. Even after her passing, she still knew my vices and could anticipate how I would avoid reality.
Written for the 100 word song at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. The song choice this week is “I Saw Her Standing There” by The Beatles. My best friend passed away almost 10 years ago and I still feel her presence in the strangest places. This prompt made me think of her.