The bookstore is cold and dark.
I turn on the lights.
Stacks of bookcases stand tall.
I open the curtains.
The Florida sun flows in.
Couches and chairs would be
perfect between the corner windows.
A counter with stools by the front door,
where customers could enjoy my coffee and pastries.
Yes, it is all coming alive to me.
A perfect bookstore/ coffee shop.
I could see a peaceful future for me
in the seaside town of Oasis.
Little did I know of the otherworldly plans
taking place at the same time as mine.
And these plans are in no way as
peaceful and innocent as mine.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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