The Lost Bookshop

by Evie Woods

‘You’re a grown woman with a brain in your head, two good arms for carrying books and two strong legs to get you where you need to go.’

Everything was gilded in optimism and grounded in meaning. I saw each customer as the child they once were or the parent they would become. I saw us as all being connected, a universal family. And in the quieter moments, I pictured the life growing inside of me like a little rosebud;