A Betrayal


A real-life saga.

I don’t understand how.  It simply….occurred.

For years the whole lot was wonderful.  We obtained to know one another fairly nicely.  We linked.

It was secure.  And satisfying.

Till lately.  When issues started to alter.

I grew to become bored.  Disinterested with the identical routine.  Identical selections.  Identical…the whole lot.

Deep inside I craved extra.  A burning ardour for one thing new.  Thrilling.

That’s after I strayed.  I couldn’t resist.  I turned away from my comfortably-old, native library.  And located myself drawn to the splashy, new one in a neighboring group.

Getting into its double doorways, I made an audible gasp.  Misplaced in a scene of overwhelming warmth.

The sights.  The hushed sounds.  The brand new titles.  Fiction.  Non-Fiction.  To hell with the Reference part.

I didn’t even hear a fresh-faced librarian’s “Good morning!” welcome.

I knew I used to be being untrue however might do nothing to quiet the wants that smoldered inside.

Slowly I moved.  Up and down.  Each aisle.  Exploring.  Touching.  Discovering.

My large head.  Tilted at an uncomfortable angle to raised learn the backbone of every quantity.

I grew to become egocentric throughout this new encounter.

My desires exceded my wants.  My need better than my stamina.

My lurid library card.

Lastly, spent.

I chosen a e book.

My palms trembled whereas the librarian scanned my card.

“Due again in three weeks,” she mentioned.

Oh, I’ll be again earlier than then, I believed.  My longing a lot too sturdy to withstand.

Abruptly I felt stabbing guilt.  Thrill changed with ache.  

I had cheated on a long-time associate.

May I ever be forgiven?  May belief be regained? 

My thoughts swirled deep in thought earlier than realizing by no means shall I confess my infidelity to the native library.  At no time would they ever perceive this reader’s confused feelings.

It’s best to maintain such darkish secrets and techniques tucked inside.  Spoil no emotions although lust stays.

I settle for accountability for my flingy indiscretion.  My literary affair.  In different phrases, a betrayal.

The Finish.

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