Lonnie Hicks - The Librarian

She put her 'check out books at down-stairs counter' sign and headed for the graduate stacks to do her -re-shelving.

The book cart rolled along punctuating her thoughts about him. Brian, she was sure would be there in the stacks, at his little desk against the wall pretending to be buried in his books and she would come in and pretend to be shelving her books and she would pretend to notice him casually.

It would be awkward but the awkwardness of it was exciting for her. Thirty-two and not married but idling for something to happen in her life she was ripe for something to happen and the desulatory weaving pushing the cart did not conceal from even her where her true destination was. She was headed straight toward him, her twenty-five year old Robert Redford look-alike virgin.

To be continued.

Lonnie Hicks

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-librarian-2/