The unreturned book (A flash fiction)

There are some books I wouldn’t read.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not too picky with books.
Before I read, I read the synopsis at the back.
Taking time getting to know what it is about.

Like this girl I’ve known since childhood.
I took my time getting to know her well.
But one thing’s for sure: books served as our bridge to each other.

There are books that I don’t like that she reads.
There are books I like that she disdains.
We saw each other’s differences with the books we read.
Nevertheless, we practice arguing with books.

But one day, she borrowed my latest set of books by Murakami.
Said she’s going to read it while waiting for the plane.
Told me to wait, don’t rush; we’ll walk down the aisle.

Evening at home, saw the news on TV
Her plane was missing
I can’t believe this was happening

I don’t know where she is now
She told me to wait
That’s what I’m doing now
Hoping to see her again someday

I can still buy the same book in stores.
Or buy other books to cope with this lost.
But she… she might be the book I will never have the chance to read again.

Writing Prompt: Writing 101 — Dark Clouds on the (Virtual) Horizon (Assignment Twelve)

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