At the library, her parents’ loud, harsh, cruel words which were directed at each other but always made her cry, couldn’t reach her. She dreaded having to leave when Mr. J turned the lights off at about 8.
In the library, she was always in her safe place…lost in beautiful worlds filled with happy endings.
This is part of Write Tribes 55 on Friday. The prompt was a wonderful picture of a girl tucked behind a book case lost in her book….this was my take on it. Please visit Write Tribe to read lots of other wonderful 55ers. 🙂