Welcome to The Book is Ending. Using a prompt, I created this story.
Today’s post is a story about The End, but it’s not related to death, a break up, or the apocalypse.
The Book is Ending
Tucking the bookmark into the start of the final chapter, I placed the book on my nightstand. I rubbed my weary eyes and stretched. The book stared at me, calling my name. The final words tugging at my heart. My eyes got heavier as I placed my hand on the paperback.
Only nine pages left and so much left to resolve. Will they reach the peak of the mountain? Is Helena going to survive the illness? What about the witch doctor they left behind in the village? He said he would bring them something useful! There’s been no sign of him for three chapters. Is the author going to write another one?
Tugging at the roots of my hair, I groaned. “I have to know what happens!” I gasped and slapped my hand over my mouth. Pausing. Waiting for more silence. Praying for it. The door at the end of the hall creaked. My mother’s steps headed towards me. I threw the covers over my head and hugged my knees into my chest laying on my side. Though my heart thudded against my rib cage, I took slow, deep breaths trying to make myself snore.
“I know you’re awake, love,” she said.
I saw the hallway light through the thin blanket.
“It’s time for you to go to bed, you have school tomorrow. Hand over the flashlight.”
“Aha! I knew you were awake.” She pulled off the blanket and sat on the edge of the bed. The metal of the flashlight chilled my skin as she rested it on my arm. Staring at the book cover, she said, “Looks interesting, but it’ll still be there tomorrow.”
I sat straighter and turned on the flashlight so it shined at the ceiling. Mother’s eyes were tired, like mine, but the dark lines were deeper. “Haven’t you ever wanted to read a book so badly that you had to stay up all night even if it killed you? I have to finish this adventure. There is no time for rest.”
“One more page, then you sleep.”
“One more page? That’ll only make me want to read more. The book is ending. I need to have closure now. Not tomorrow.”
She tucked her fingers under the book spine to lift its ragged pages and study the back. “Haven’t you read this book already? You know what happens.”
“No, you’re thinking of the one I finished yesterday. I was so distraught by the ending that I had to find a happier book.”
“You don’t look happy.”
“Reading gives me all sorts of emotions, Mom, and that’s what makes me happy.”
“Finish this book, but you’re going to bed extra early tomorrow.”
I threw my arms around her. “I’m a fast reader, I’ll be done soon.” I turned on my lamp and pulled the covers up to my chin before opening the book. My mom slipped out the door, allowing me to finish my grand adventure.
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