Bedtime Story: The Enchanted Bookshop – Night 15
Once Upon a Time…
Sven slung the emails into the wastebasket by his bed. Whatever had happened to her, he would never find out. He didn’t even know her last name. Searching for a girl named “Kiara” in Sweden would be an impossible task. He’d finished his thesis, packed up his few possessions, and set out to explore lesser-known haunts in Europe with a group of friends. They were in Moldova when the letter from his grandfather’s attorney caught up with him.
His plan was to sell the rare books to raise some much-needed cash and get out of town. He certainly didn’t want to start over here. He opened his laptop and searched “rare book values.” He was reaching for one of the boxes of rare books when his eyes fell on the container of his grandfather’s personal books; the ones his grandfather always kept by his side.
Sven hesitated, then pulled the box onto his bed and carefully slit the tape holding it shut. Inside were a dozen books, tabbed and underlined and held together by rubber bands where the bindings were falling apart. He sat on the bed and carefully began a journey that would last all night—a journey to his grandfather’s surprising past.
Copyright 2014 by Barbara Hinske