Monday Microburst: The Library Book
Magical. Mystical. Meaningful. Monday Microburst
Every week, I’ll share a tiny tale from Plymbury—the coastal New England town where all my stories live. These moments are short enough to read over morning coffee or tea, yet just long enough to leave a trace of magic in your day. I hope they become a small ritual you look forward to each Monday.
The Library Book
At the Plymbury Public Library, Ella opened a well-worn book and found a slip of paper tucked inside: Meet me at the crossover, at dusk, where the tide touches the sand.
The note wasn’t signed, and she wasn’t even sure it was meant for her. Still, curiosity tugged harder than reason. She checked out the book, and as twilight gathered, she walked to the sea's edge.
Evening shadows stretched across the beach where a man stood, the same book pressed against his chest.
They exchanged polite hellos before he held out a slip of paper for her to read—word for word the same as hers. When she offered hers in return, Ella noticed something written on the back she hadn’t seen before: Sometimes the story writes itself.
She showed it to him, and together they stood in the hush of the tide. She met his eyes, a question rising—only to be carried away by the waves.
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