Post by Onzy on Feb 4, 2011 19:54:02 GMT
Chuck entered the library, a brief smile flashed in the direction of the librarian. He headed towards the reference books, searching for some piece of information that would be able to help him. What he was searching for was still unknown, but he had the general gist of it. The place was filled with students, and one or two other faculty. Chuck ran his forefinger across the spines of various titles, maybe once or twice taking out a book, but not finding what he was looking for.
Sighing, he gave up for the moment, and headed to the fiction books. Various authors, known and unknown, bombarded him, begging him to read their contents. In the end, he found a battered copy of James Herriot and settled himself into a chair, knowing that he needed the time to relax.
Slowly the words absorbed him, and he allowed their contents to reel him in. He was oblivious to the world. He had a clear view of the library, but was hidden by a few book cases. Students gave him nervous looks, and he ignored them. He wouldn't bother with them today.
Sighing, he gave up for the moment, and headed to the fiction books. Various authors, known and unknown, bombarded him, begging him to read their contents. In the end, he found a battered copy of James Herriot and settled himself into a chair, knowing that he needed the time to relax.
Slowly the words absorbed him, and he allowed their contents to reel him in. He was oblivious to the world. He had a clear view of the library, but was hidden by a few book cases. Students gave him nervous looks, and he ignored them. He wouldn't bother with them today.
