Primal: A love Affair

This is a something I wrote after watching a whole bunch of Stephen King interviews, he is a real interesting man and his main tip was to write all the time regardless of quality or what it's for, because doing so hones your skills. So, while not scary like Stephen Kings work, this is a short story which I only started and have no intention of finishing

I bop my arm up and down and feel the weight of the book in my grasp. The heaviness feels good. It must be some kind of prehistoric, primal urge, to enjoy holding heavy objects. The size of the book probably does something to my ego. Just to think I’ll be reading so many pages. It makes me feel a lot smarter than I usually feel.

I take the book in both hands, savouring every moment. I take a seat, adjust myself and get comfortable, making sure all my clothing faces forward so I don’t get frustrated. I open the book and quickly begin to flick through the pages, fanning myself. I shove my nose between the pages and let that new book smell waft into my nostrils. It smells like knowledge and trees, I feel like the most important person in the world. Like this book was written just for me.

I study the cover with my fingers, they squeak against the gloss. I caress the spine, fingering the one crease that was made while I was enjoying its scent. My eyes scan the cover, “Something Unusual” by Anton Bradbury. I melt. The novel opens to the first page as if on its own and my eyes race across the text.

I was in heaven.