The parade was in full swing, with
patrons vying for spots to see. A simple blip of a girl moved against the grain
and into the city that held more pleasures away from the fuss. Instead, she nestled
into the bosom of books and cafes entranced by the coffee sirens' nasal beacon.
Peace could be had over overpriced coffee and a book in your lap. Best to get
lost inside pages away from the sea of tourists, gasping for wordless breath.
She wasn’t one for the ocean but found a home in a forest of worded stacks and
coffee cups.
Submitted to: Writer's Digest "Your Story 129"