Writing Prompt Wednesday 1/11/12017

So, this week’s prompt was fun and challenging. It probably would have been more challenging if I’d set a genre to write in or a word count limit. But, I’m starting small and I want to make sure I can give myself something to stick to.

I wrote just a short blurb – I’m sure I could have written more or written an actual story around this, but I chose just to go with the short scene. I tend to write from a more character driven point of view.

I did challenge myself though by writing in the first person. I usually write in the third person. For some reason, and I’m not sure if people that write in first person have this problem, I have a VERY hard time keeping tenses consistent when writing in first person. So I found that I had to go back a few times and rewrite or rework things because I’d made a few errors.

I just chalked it up to the exercise working! The more practice I get, the better I’ll get at it!!

Enjoy!

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I didn’t expect it to be so intimidating.

Stately, maybe. Impressive, sure. But intimidating?

I peered at the map in my hands and back up again. All I had to do was walk through the doors, take two lefts and a right.

I looked back at the Everything Library and shook my head. Did I really need to do this?
I knew people that came here all the time. My friend Maria came home a few weeks ago with a cookbook, a vintage dress and a man. She sent me a picture of herself dressed as June Cleaver, holding a casserole with her fake boyfriend by her side. She returned all three items two days later.

“It’s big, isn’t it?”

I turned to see a man about my age standing next to me, looking up at the Everything Library, just like I was.

“That’s what she said,” I mumbled.

He let out a laugh. “Was not expecting that.” His brown eyes smiled down at me as he asked, “What are you checking out?”

Immediately embarrassed and on guard, I said, “Just a book.”

He scoffed. “People borrowing books don’t have that look on their faces. Only people here to borrow people, look like that.”

He was right. I was there to borrow a person. But people aren’t things and I had a hard time wrapping my brain around the concept.

“You know they volunteer, right?”

I shrugged. “So they say.”

He nodded. “The mysterious ‘they’.”

Two lefts and a right. That’s all it was gonna take. Two lefts and right and I could get on with it.

“Wedding or funeral?” He asked.

I looked back up at him and he was staring at me like he thought he knew anything about me.

“Neither,” I told him.

He sighed. “Come on then.”

He reached out to grab my arm and I pull away.

“I’ve been on lunch,” he explained. “No one gets checked out until I get back.”

Oh God, he’s the people check out guy?

“I’ll help you fill out the forms,” he offered with a smile, like he was coaxing me up the stairs.

The sooner I went in, the sooner this would all be over.

Maybe that’s why I was hesitating.

I followed him into the cavernous entryway, past marble arches and gold plated plaques. It was like a museum inside. I’d expected to see stuff everywhere. It was the Everything Library after all so I thought I’d get to see everything. But the only things to look at were on display, as if they were treasures to be honored, not borrowed.

We took our two lefts and a right and it led us to a small window that almost looked like a ticket booth. My mystery, library worker reached through the window and grabbed a few sheets of paper and handed them to me.

“Just fill these out,” he instructed. “We’ll get you taken care of.”

I filled out the forms and handed them back, looking away as he read the application.

“A grandma, huh?” He asked.

I nodded as my eyes met his quickly and looked away again.

“I know the perfect grandma for the job. Hang on,” he said. He stepped through a door and closed it behind him.

He seemed nice enough. How did he sleep at night knowing that he basically rented out people all day, every day.

Although, the service was kind of saving my butt today, so I shouldn’t complain.

He came back about three minutes later with an older lady who looked about seventy. She was smiling sweetly at me like a grandma might do.

“How’s she?” The guy asked, his hands on her shoulders.

What was I supposed to say? She was standing there looking at me. What if I said she was too young or too skinny and I hurt her feelings?

“She’s fine,” I said truthfully, because, really, she would do.

“Good,” he smiled and then ripped off a piece of paper.

Was that receipt? A people receipt.

When he held it out to me, I couldn’t lift my hand to take it.

His brow furrowed. “You need to take the receipt so you can bring her back,” he tried to explain.

I held up my hands. “I can’t do this.” I cut my eyes to the grandma that wasn’t really mine. “I’m sorry. You’re great, I’m sure. But I can’t do this.”

“Oh, dear, of course you can,” the old woman smiled kindly. She glanced at the receipt and her eyes became sad. “Come, now. Take it and let’s go.”

The guy was watching me too, waiting to see what I was going to do.

Shakily, my hand opened and he put the paper inside of it.

“The return date is on the top of the receipt,” he told me.

“She’ll be back tonight,” I said firmly. I did not need the rented person hanging around. I just needed her for an hour. Tops.

He gave me a quick nod and a sympathetic smile.

“Let’s go see your mother, dear,” the old woman said to me.

I looked over at her. She was holding her arm out, bent at the elbow, just like a grandma might. Like I was supposed to take her arm and lead her.

I did as she wished, led her through the maze of hallways and left the Everything Library.

“How bad is she?” The woman asked.

“She won’t last another day,” I confessed. “She’s been crying for her mother for days.”

It was painful to watch as your own mother deteriorated in front of you, crying for her ‘mama’ as if she were a child.

“I didn’t know what else to do,” I shrugged.

The woman squeezed my hand. “That’s what the Everything Library is here for, dear.”

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