She looked over the top of her glasses, perched on the end of her nose. There he was standing in front of French Literature. Her heart skipped remembering the last time he had stopped by the desk for assistance.
Sighing, she turned her attention back to cataloging the pile of books that were in front of her. Busying herself she hadn’t noticed he’d moved across the library floor and was now standing in front of her.
“You look as if you need a break.” he said in a bright, cheerful manner.
Startled she dropped the book she was holding.
“Excuse me?” she said looking up smiling as she realized it was him
“Would you like to have lunch with me?” he asked.
“Yes!” she answered, maybe too quickly.
“Great!“ he said. “Oh, and bring no book, for this one day we’ll give to idleness.”.
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Ingrid is hosting Monday Prosery at D’Verse Poets and has prompted us with the line: “And bring no book, for this one day we’ll give to idleness.” from from Wordsworth’s ‘Lines Written at a small distance from my House…‘ We are to use the line in our piece of Flash Fiction (Prosery). The rule is that Prosery should be no more than 144 words, excluding the title.