This is a hint fiction piece inspired by a take a book, leave a book box near my job. I absolutely believe books are an escape from any kind of hardships in our lives, so I wanted this story to reflect that.
Thirty-eight Years Later
He lost everything after the divorce —
except his books.
“To keep yourself warm on the streets,” she said.
She’s still haunted by his smile.
As always: If you have your own stories you’d like to submit, refer to my submission guidelines for more details. If it’s a short piece like this, leave it in the comments.