//free\\ - Sienna Branch Library
Marisol closed her book at five o’clock. The rain had stopped. As she walked past the return slot, she heard the soft thump of someone else’s story landing in the bin—returned, finished, ready to find new hands.
Marisol closed her book at five o’clock. The rain had stopped. As she walked past the return slot, she heard the soft thump of someone else’s story landing in the bin—returned, finished, ready to find new hands.