The following short story is written for Friday Fictioneers.
Don’t be afraid. Your not going to be the first for goodness sakes. Thousands of people have survived and lived to tell about it.
I wait until no one is at the desk. The light from the ceiling seems to form a spotlight directly on me. It follows me as I approach the grand circular counter. All the horrors of a Steven King novel come rushing into my mind. I know somewhere behind lies that crazy clown from the movie “It”.
I focus all my energy and utter my request. “I would like to apply for a library card please.”