Journal Entry
Author Unknown
The librarian had to die. What a shame. I imagine it"s hard to replace all that knowledge. It was so easy too. Wrapping my hands around her thin, wrinkled, bitter old neck, and squeezing, squeezing, squeezing until the light in her eyes went out.
This is not to say she didn"t fight. I have to give credit where credit is due. She gave it her best shot. But it was pathetic, still. Imagine trying to swat an errant housefly, but the housefly has you beat every time. That’s what it was like. I was the housefly, just in case that part’s not clear.
At some point, she stopped struggling. She became limp. And her eyes glazed over. I don"t know if she was dead or not, but I knew she was done fighting.
That’s when a book caught my attention. I know it sounds absurd,
