Leaning on the table with the badly damaged books, she wondered how many of them she could fit in her backpack. They needed to be rescued!
One book barely held together, “Spies in WWII”, it was beyond repair. Still she flicked through it, as a farwell. Silently a piece of paper fell from the pages and sailed down to the floor. Her eyes followed it to down and her breath was caught. It was an old photograph, of a man holding a baby. Her eyes fixed on the baby’s face she realised she was looking back in her own eyes.
One book barely held together, “Spies in WWII”, it was beyond repair. Still she flicked through it, as a farwell. Silently a piece of paper fell from the pages and sailed down to the floor. Her eyes followed it to down and her breath was caught. It was an old photograph, of a man holding a baby. Her eyes fixed on the baby’s face she realised she was looking back in her own eyes.