He sat on the floor, leaning against the wall behind him, in the midst of a glorious city of books, ranged into huge towers piling up around his ears – but he seemed completely oblivious to their precarious balance. He was absorbed, swallowed up in the voices of the ancient volumes, listening to their whispers, drinking in their wisdom. They called to him in seductive murmurs, pulling him into their world.
Every now and then he would set down one book and pick out its companion, and a little furrow appeared in his smooth forehead.
But despite appearances – which we know to be deceptive – his mind was not wholly occupied by what he was reading. He was, after all, merely biding his time. He knew that one day soon, something would happen. He was not foolish enough to attempt to precipitate this event, for no good could come of that, so he was waiting. His time would come.
Meanwhile, he was exercising his patience and his brain in equal measure, and the towers of books continued to rise. He had a great many books to read, and an unspecified amount of time in which to do so. People came and went, but generally he ignored them until they left him alone. People would keep. The demands of his books were more urgent.
He shifted slightly, and turned a page. There was time yet. And the books kept him from going utterly mad; they gave his mind more to focus on, more to play with, more to wrap itself around. It didn’t do to refine too much upon the past. His books were his solace, and he would not give them up until his time came. But it had to be soon.
I can relate 😛
To which part???? Haha
Of the difficulty in communicating with people when i am reading a book and also towards the love and joy of reading 🙂
Yes absolutely. When I was younger I was a terror for disappearing into my books and not coming out for anything. I firmly believe a nuclear war or an alien invasion could have happened and I would have had no idea until I’d finished my book!!!!
Haha! Same here but my mother used to joke with me saying i wouldn’t get to know even if a bomb blasted near by 😛 cheers!
Great way to pass the time (until “the time”) I would say 🙂
He certainly thinks so. And I would have to agree…. 😉
Oh, intrigue! Nice write.
Thank you 🙂
I think it’s a bit too late for the books to keep him from going mad…
You’re probably right… But shhh, don’t tell him so….!!
If you gotta have an obsession, this is the one to have!
Indeed. It is not the only obsession I have. Or in fact the only one he has, either. But it’s a good one!
oh, now I want to back story! great writing!
best,
MOV
Hahaha thank you 🙂
He seems more obsessed with how much time he has left. Maddening, to be sure. I wonder if he’s in a locked ward somewhere. Good story… makes you think, and that’s always worth doing!
That’s a very interesting and good guess 🙂 and you are right, he is more obsessed with his time coming, but he has to keep himself occupied, and what better way to do that than exercising the brain? 😉
Madness and obsessive reading kind of go hand in hand, don’t they? 🙂 Thanks for linking up.
The fine line between madness and….madness….you mean? Haha yes.
I like that this feels ominous, but in a calm, nonchalant sort of way.
That’s actually a really good character description for him! Thank you 🙂
“Meanwhile, he was exercising his patience and his brain in equal measure” <—— Wonderful line!
Very intriguing piece with a great voice. 🙂
Why thank you – actually that was probably my favourite line 😀
I like how the books are characters. I relate to this. It’s difficult to be into something so involved without distractions. well done
Thank you 🙂 I’ve always felt that books are very alive and each one has its own unique voice and way of speaking….much like writers!