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The Girl in the Library - a Flash Fiction Story

Timothy is a Christian who enjoys creating visual art and writing. He has a B.S. in psychology.

In any high school the library is a sort of hub for students seeking to get away from the drudgery of a normal school day. Inside the door sits the librarian. She is not a bad laby but she runs a tight ship. Get out of line and out the door you go. Your library privileges are revoked for a few days. For the geeks,in the school, it can cause severe stress to not spend time with their noses plugged into a book.

It was even more of a bummer for the out crowd to get kicked out of the library. You see the library is a place of solace for the out crowd. Bullies can’t pick on us there. Well to tell the truth bullies don’t usually frequent the library because it has books in it. I only say that because most bullies are generally not readers.

On any particular day the library is just a place I go, sign out a new book and sit in a corner booth and nap. The book I’ll read later at my leisure. The nap helps me destress after a long day of being chased around the hallways. On this day the library became much more interesting. I walked in the main entrance, past the librarian and stopped. There sitting at a table was my friend Walter and a very attractive blond girl who I didn’t know


I’m not normally and will ever call myself a ladies teen but I needed to know who this girl was. I sashayed over to the table. Wait, no I mean I strutted over to the table.

“Hey Walter,” I said. Trying to sound not interested. “How are you today? Anything new?” I hoped he got the hint I was drooping ever so non subtitly. He looked up at me,

“Oh, hey Paul.”

I tried not to look anxious but my mind was saying, “Come on, don't leave me hanging, introduce me to her.” Walter looked from me to the girl next to him.

“This is my cousin Debbie. She just moved here. “Debbie this is my friend Paul. Paul this is Debbie. Oh yeah, did I mention she moved in a house right across the street from you?”

“Wait, what?” My mind was reeling. How had I missed the fact this girl lived across the street from me? A new girl in your neighborhood is something you usually don’t miss. Wait hold on a second. She can live across from me there are woods across from my house. I looked at Debbie.

“So, you live near me…”

She looked up and smiled at me. I was in love with the smile already. I knew right then and there she was out of my league. My brain however argued the point with me. Debbie started to talk and my mind snapped back to reality.

“I live across from the little store at the corner.”

My mind went blank again. She lived within 200 feet of my house. How blessed could I be?

“We moved in a couple months ago. I used to go to Bristbainn High School over in Bristol but mom and her new husband wanted to move.”

I looked at her. “I, umm umm.” Come on mind don’t leave me hanging here. I don’t want to appear more nerdy then I already did. What could I say “Oh, that’s nice.” No, to simple...”:Just then Walter saved me from myself.

Walter looked at me. “Man what’s your problem. Talk to her.”

I looked at him. I was sure my face was bright red. Debbie giggled. At that moment in time I wanted to get up and leave but I didn't want to look any geekier than I normally looked.

The only words I could come up with at the moment was, “Welcome to,the neighborhood.” I saw Walter shake his head which made me snap,out of my fog.

I looked at her.

“Like Walter said my name is Paul. I’ve lived in the neighborhood for about 11 years. My dad left us when I was about 12. It is just my mom and I now. So you’ve been around for a couple of months now. Odd, but I haven’t seen you.”

She smiled. “I’ve seen you riding you bike around and helping the lady at the bakery.”:

“Oh,” I said. “I didn’t know anybody ever noticed me.” I was one of those I’m really nervous and think I just said something stupid laughs. She just smiled again. She seemed to,do that a lot. I wondered if she was as nervous as I was. I decided to play it cool and switch the direction of the conversation.

“So Debbie, what kind of things do you like to do?”

She thought about other for a few moments. “Other than going back,to visit my friends in my old neighborhood I can’t think of much. Maybe play board games or listen to music.”

I thought about it for a second. I didn’t really play a lot of board games. Truthfully I don’t even like to play board games but I wasn’t going to,tell her that. I looked her in the eyes. “Man I love board games and music. Walter snickersed. We both looked at him.

“Since when do you like board games. I’ve only known you to read and watch TV.”

I looked at Walter. “What...I play board games. You know that. I just don’t get many opportunities.”

Debbie laughed. “It’s okay if you didn’t like board games. There are a lot of people who’d rather not play. My family just likes them.”

“No, no I do like them it’s just...well. It’s only my mom and I and she is not much for games”

Walter looked at me. “Well Mr. Game Player. What kinds of games do you like?

I gave him my, “Give me some help here look.” He laughed.

I looked back at Debbie. “I like Monopoly, Battleship among others.”

“Well then you should come over to my house on Friday for game night.”

Part of me wanted to say no. Not because I didn’t want to be there but because I just didn’t have much experience with spending time with girls. Well except for my friend Jeannie. I’d known her for years. Still my mouth opened and I said, “I’ll be there...what time?”

She stood up. “Be there around 6PM. I have to get to my next class.”

I watched her as she walked out of the library. I turned towards Walter. “What’s you problem man?”

He looked up from the book he was reading. “What?”

“You know all those wise cracks about games and all.”

“Look Paul, you’re my best friend and all so I don’t want you to get your hopes up about her. She is...maybe not your type.”

“My type...just what is my type?”

“Well truthfully someone like Jeannie.”

“Yeah she is okay and I like her but just as a friend. Debbie well…”

Walter stood up. “I gotta go, man.” He looked at me.”Don’t blame me if you get hurt.”

I just sat there for a while thinking about Friday night. After a few minutes I got up and headed for gym class.

© 2020 Timothy Whitt