ink on ash

ink on ash

The schoolyard was going to be a graveyard.

Preparations took two whole days.

Men had been hired to empty the library. I watched them slowly pile up manuals, maps, and books. Considering the size of that heap, it was going to be an impressing fire.

The library must be empty by now… The librarian, a small withered woman with huge glasses and grey hair tied to a knot, ran nervously from one corner of the building to the other. That quiet, dark room has been her home, for who knows how long. Now the books were gone, and the emptiness took over the shelves, cupboards, desks.  Continue reading “ink on ash”