Miss Ellie And The Bookstore
Books are a colorful escape from many grayscale lives...I glanced up from my desk and there she stood – a smallish-framed, disheveled woman with a noticeably dirty blouse, hands, and face. "May I help you?" My lips downturned at the thought of her grubby hands touching my precious books. Her face flushed, apparently aware of my thoughts, then a brittle voice asked, "Sir, I would be happy if you could point me toward a great story of adventure, but first a washroom where I may...
