This week What Pegman Saw takes us to the library in the Peabody Institute, Baltimore. Picture above courtesy of GoogleMaps.
When I looked at this library, with all these books, I couldn’t resist writing a second story for WhatPegmanSaw this week. I hope you don’t mind, dear readers.
I think my inspiration for this story is threefold:
- When I visited the Peabody Institute’s website I was surprised to see such a focus on music and musicality.
- I just love libraries.
- I was skimming through some more of my MA in Creative Writing notes from lectures and a ringed and starred sentence in my notebook about writing stories which dance with the readers caught my eye. So here we are. I hope this story dances with you, and doesn’t stand on your toes… too much!
Other contributors’ stories can be found by clicking the la’al blue froggy button below.
DANCES WITH BOOKS
by
Kelvin M. Knight
Floor upon floor of books greeted him. Closing his eyes, he felt their hardness softening, felt their pages breathing. He smiled, just once, then concentrated, his eyelids half opening, half closing.
Shelf after shelf of books leapt as he wiggled his fingertips. Wall upon wall of books froze when he glared at them, only momentarily; he needed his concentration everywhere – in this alcove and that, on this floor and the next. Holding all these books up. Looking inside them. Letting them look inside him. Alcove after alcove. Wall upon wall. Floor following floor. Everything. Fitting. Inside here. He left no book unturned. He touched them all. He gave them all. Room to breath. Room to be.
This being was their gift, was their life, which they gave unconditionally to all who sat or stood, to all who would concentrate, all who could devote the time to love their imaginations free.
(150 words)
You captured the feeling of having so many books and so little time. A true word-dance.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Haha – thank you Lish, for taking my hand and dancing with me for a wee while.
LikeLike
Some great phrases in here:Letting them(the books) look inside him. …devote the time to love your imagination free. Very trippy.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Eek 😬 – not that there was anything wrong with that scene, man! Thanks for reading and commenting, 4963andypop.
LikeLiked by 1 person
What a delightful story, Kelvin. First I enjoyed the style of the story, then the content, and finally it amused me by prompting speculation about which book might relate to which dance. For example, I imagined the Harry Potter series as the conga…
LikeLiked by 2 people
Nooooooo… I am smiling, though, beaming actually. Thank you, Penny, thank you.
LikeLike
A wonderful ode to books. Glad it inspired you two-fold!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks, Karen. Here’s to books, to readers, to writers. Three toasts in one. Cheers!
LikeLiked by 3 people
A master warlock creating a symphony with the books!
LikeLiked by 3 people
Now I can’t get the image of the Sorcerer’s apprentice in Fantasia out of my mind!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ha ha!! As long as no mops and buckets take over!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Haha – I wondered who might see Micky Mouse here…
LikeLike
Ta dah!!! ‘Twas me!
LikeLiked by 2 people
😱🙃🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Dear Kelvin,
I enjoyed your choreography. 😉 And love your title.
Shalom,
Rochelle
LikeLiked by 3 people
Thanks, Rochelle. Not bad for two left feet, eh?!
LikeLiked by 1 person