10
Laura shook out her umbrella and swung open the heavy wooden doors to the library. The rain had set in again, endless clouds covering the sky in a gray blanket. She placed her umbrella against the wall and inhaled the familiar scent of old books and carpet freshener; nothing had changed.
She hadn’t set foot in the library since high school, and it was like stepping back in time. As before, the nonfiction shelves were to the left, fiction to the right, and there was a small children’s room complete with a long beanbag caterpillar that Laura remembered sitting on when she was little, its faded fabric now covered in colored patches where it had been mended. The only change was the small café that had sprung up where the meeting room used to be. Instead of bland board tables, the café hel
