fun fact this is loosely based on a real bookshop I once found
somewhere in greenwich idk exactly where it is but if ever find urself around
the area look out for it its v cute and v tiny
works at a bookshop. Dan buys a book one day, and, in a ploy to see Phil, keeps
returning with more and more obscure requests so Phil has to spend more time
searching. After Dan leaves with ‘cactus maintenance: a memoir’, Phil starts to
suspect something’s up.
“Look,” Phil sighs when he catches sight of the book Dan’s
clutching today. “I know there’s a very good chance you keep cacti and you just
wanna maintain them and it’s probably wrong of me to assume otherwise, but-…can
I ask you something?”
Dan gulps, putting the book titled “Cactus Maintenance: A
Memoir” down on the counter.
“Do you actually need half of the books
you come in here for?” he asks softly. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, there’s a
good chance you might actually ride motorcycles, study bricklaying, want to
know more about frogspawn or- you know, wanna look after your cacti, but…” he
shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s just- um, you’re the first person I’ve met that,
you know, buys one book every single day. When do you get time to read them
Graveland’s Books is the kind
of place you’d only come across if you were either very bored, very desperate,
or very lost.
It hides on the tail end of an
alleyway just behind the village market, and the gnarled wooden beams, the glass
oil lanterns lining either side of the aged brickwork and the rusty bronze bell
hanging above the door would fool anyone into thinking they’d just stepped out
of 2016 and into the 18th century. If it wasn’t for the mobile phone
shop sitting directly opposite, of course.
It’s not big in size, with a
staff room and an office the size of a postage stamp upstairs and just about
enough room to fit two free standing bookshelves in the middle of the shop, but
books spill into every single crack. Stacks and stacks of fiction and history
and travel and biographies narrow the aisles between the shelves, and it’s all
too easy to trip over a random pile of books in the middle of the floor when
you’re not concentrating properly.
But, for a job running along
the sidelines of university, Phil enjoys it. He’d certainly rather spend his
time flicking through a story about a cursed mushroom than stack supermarket
shelves and deal with obnoxious co-workers, anyway.
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Sugared Copper is a mix of mostly copper glitter with a little pink and silver sprinkled in. It would be perfect for autumn, and it’s very flattering. I wish it was as opaque as Frozen, but it’s a little more sparse. 2-3 coats.
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phrase 7: im not saying im scared, but can you please sleep in my bed tonight + setting 4: a thunderstorm.
found comfort in the rain, in the large, silver beads that grew heavy near the
bottom of a cloud before they broke the cotton, pouring through to earth like a
tropic waterfall. It could have been the way the droplets sounded when they
tapped against the windows, a distant patter disguised as white noise, lulling
and sombrous and dragging your eyelids to black.
always fell asleep quickly during rainfall. He would be out like a light, ashen
fringes waving across his forehead, feathering his eyelashes. Occasionally a
few stray tufts would spring from the crown of his head, fluttering delicately
as his chest caved before languidly rising in a relaxed loop. You liked lying
there, with your ear placed against his heart, hearing the soft pattern it
hummed while your arm wrapped across his stomach.
could even sleep through thunderstorms;
the lightning, the low threatening thunder and the sordid bellows of wind that
slapped each building like a tidal wave. He’d still be knocked out.
You on the
other hand, you were always wide awake.