The Woman in the Library

by Sulari Gentill

What story would I tell if I had to wear it on my body?

It occurs to me that a psychology student would make an excellent protagonist for a thriller.

Who knew a hint of psychosis could be so attractive?

I stop laughing and smile at the poetry in Marigold’s conviction. Her need to link us all by a greater power and cause, to somehow believe that our coming together was more than mere coincidence. I am the writer, but it is she who seeks theme and motif in life, and I am captivated by the earnestness with which she regards the world.

I’m not sure about anything except that certainty is overrated.