Photo prompt-Copyright- Randy Mazie
It was exactly after thirty five years that I was returning to the town. Everything struck new, different and unfamiliar.
But the Library was unaltered.
As I entered the dimly lit hall, I encountered a stillness that I could not associate with any of my earlier memories. There were few readers and fewer books. Most of the cupboards were partially empty. All books were wrapped in neglect. Everything smelled of impending death.
“What has happened to the library?” I asked hesitantly.
“The right question to ask is, what has happened to the readers?” Librarian looked at me with pained eyes.
A post for Friday Fictioneers on a photo prompt.