The library is like a tomb for memories, thoughts, and ideas. In these books stories were embalmed in ink and sepulchred from cover to cover. Then, like any medieval crypt, they were stored away in shelves packed with bones, each with a brief effigy and number to date their inscrutable existence.
Mandy always hovered around a certain area of the library. She flocked there like a hungry pigeon, pecking away at the old pages like stale crumbs. It was the fiction section of the library, to be more specific, books of the fantasy genre. Mandy fell in love with the worlds and people contained in those dusty graves. They shimmered in her mind like some far off mirage, the twinkling of a city over the sea, warped by so many mists.
Until that day.
Mandy had rushed to her sacred haunt with tears in her eyes. It was graduation day and she was expected to be walking across that narrow podium to receive her degree that very moment. Only the idea of graduation didn’t sit well with Mandy. Her heart and mind were buried so deep in these fantastical realms that the idea of real life terrified her. Gradation was a painful ritual, she thought, something that forever marked you as different, as a person who now is left to the whim of the cruel fate of adulthood. She reached for her favorite book series, “Tales of Eversparkle”. The band was playing the perfunctory graduation song outside. She could vaguely hear its garish clamorings. When she opened the book she could almost hear her name being called from the podium.
A single crystalline tear fell from her eye and onto the first paragraph. Where it should have simply sunk into the page it instead began to form a small pool. Mandy stared in disbelief. The teardrop grew and grew and began to swirl around the page like a small whirlpool. Soon the text itself was caught up in the eddies of this strange prismatic pool. She could read the words ‘Mandy fell into the book,’ begin to reorder themselves on the page. Then, like a geyser, the pool exploded into a growing rainbow-kissed ocean. The waters filled the aisles of the library, washing away the books as their pages disintegrated into the bubbly flood.
And young Mandy Beezul was carried far far away on these strange tides.