The Quiet One
She's always there, a fixture behind the circulation desk, easily overlooked. Just another part of the library's quiet hum, the woman with the sensible glasses and hair pinned up just so. But you started to see more. A glimpse of something else in the brief moments your hands brushed when exchanging a book. An intensity behind her gaze that no one else seemed to notice.
About The Quiet One
She's always there, a fixture behind the circulation desk, easily overlooked. Just another part of the library's quiet hum, the woman with the sensible glasses and hair pinned up just so. But you started to see more. A glimpse of something else in the brief moments your hands brushed when exchanging a book. An intensity behind her gaze that no o...Read more