He is a little, unpopular fiction book on the public library shelf. You can tell he was once a most check-out book by his worn cover, but the brilliant age of his life had passed. It is a long, quiet waiting for his secret admirers to take him off the shelf and gently hold him in palms.
When he almost gave up hoping, a young lady stopped in front of the shelf where he was located. Many of other books cheerfully shouted out for attention. Some of them can easily catch people's eye, because of their outstanding cover, or size, but Mr. Little, Unpopular is not anything like that. The books next to him deliberately squeezed him to the back of the shelf. No matter how hard he tried to push himself back to the front, he was not strong enough. As he was approaching the very edge, he felt hopelessness, darkness, and then the gravity that kept him away from being seen. He dropped on the ground and hit the iron bar at the bottom. For the first time in his whole life, he cried. He thought he would never be found again.
The loud noise that Mr. Little, Unpopular made shocked the young lady. I would say he actually shocked the entire library, but because of his fall, he got the most attentions he could ever have. Long and skinny was her arm, the young lady reached out to him. Once again, he felt the warmth of human hand and the moisture of lotion. He cried even harder, because he was touched.
Special thanks to the Norman Public Library for providing us opportunities at no cost to gain knowledge in the world of literature and improve skills in this digital century.
Nice story. What's the occasion for writing it? Had fun time visiting the library a lot along with other events in your life?
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