“If you are a dreamer, come in,” the sign said.
“Don’t look, Olivia!” my brother shouted, blocking me. “It’s a bookstore!”
“Come on, Aiden,” said our cousin Ginger, “don’t be so dramatic.”
“Yeah,” I tried to look around him. “It’s not a big deal.”
“If we let you go in, you’ll never come out.”
“Will too,” I ducked under his arm to look at the window display. It was all gardening and cookbooks. “Besides, I didn’t bring any money.”
“Uh oh,” Ginger said, “Don’t let my brother see either.”
“Why not?” Aiden asked.
“Graphic novels.”
I stood on tiptoe to look at the shelves inside. “Does that say, ‘free books?’”
“Graphic novels?” Aiden repeated.
Jake came sprinting back from the corner.
I heard a bell. My brother had opened the door.
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This dVerse prosery prompt led me to a scene in my next “Key to History” time-travel book.
....Bilocalalia.... 
This made me smile. You’re talking to a lover of book stores of any kind! There’s a wonderful used bookstore in Provincetown, MA, at the very tip of Cape Cod. We spend two glorious weeks at a rental where our deck’s stairs are often just barely lapped at some high tides. A walk into town, past all the art galleries, little shops, etc leads at least once during our visit to this particular hole-in-the-wall book shop and we can spend hours in there! So — this scene could be real for me! 🙂 Thanks for posting.
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That sounds wonderful! Thanks for sharing!
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