My name is Maira, and I am a marker. I have been on a shelf at the Kenny Craft Store for years. I would wait for Hana to come and brush off the dust, unload, and restock the rest of the shop items every morning. I would shy away if someone walked in and decided to purchase me. I would whisper my prayers that the customer would find something more interesting than me to buy. I'm thankful that all my prayers were answered and no one had stepped in so far. Hana realized that I had gotten older and I wasn't attractive anymore. By that time, she was assured that no one would buy me. Hana decided that I would be hers. She would take me everywhere she went and would use me to highlight every text she liked. I knew her secrets; I memorized every note she made; I knew her favorite top-listed books and her favorite authors. I would wait in long lines with her if she learned that Steven King had a new release. Once we were together at the café, she opened her book to highlight something. Hana took off the cap. She pointed my tip toward the 13th line on page 55, where she left off, then, she let me on the page; my ink couldn't come out of my tubular soul. Sorry Hana, I just died. I swear, I never loved someone the way I loved you! I'm glad I was something to someone I truly loved.
Did you like the story?
Check out my book collection and my Amazon Author page here,
Some of my books are available at Barnes and Nobles online store
Author copies are available, just email me
No comments:
Post a Comment