I stood dumbfounded at the ordinariness of the scene. These were the most dangerous books and artefacts from magical history yet there they were placed neatly on regular old roller racking, just as I had seen in all the ignorant museums and libraries of the world.
I’d expected something older here, fixed wooden shelves, cobwebs, a damp mustiness, not to mention charms to keep me away.
I should have been pleased much more quickly, really; this made my job much easier.
I found my aisle, turned the wheel and took what would destroy everything.
I still cannot believe my luck.
I’d expected something older here, fixed wooden shelves, cobwebs, a damp mustiness, not to mention charms to keep me away.
I should have been pleased much more quickly, really; this made my job much easier.
I found my aisle, turned the wheel and took what would destroy everything.
I still cannot believe my luck.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
This is excellent! What an ending! Great. :)
ReplyDeleteMaybe the joke is on this person. Well done!
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