blog-o-rama

Maire was shocked by her impulses, and the ease she felt when burning the books. Book after book, Marie threw them into the fire. It felt good. Marie didn't want to the books to end, she just grabbed and threw and grabbed and threw.
It seemed like nothing but a blur later that evening. Marie went about her activities as if nothing had changed. She played a vinyl and ate some turkey or dinner.
The next morning Marie woke to a scream. By now Marie was used to prostitutes screaming periodically throughout the day, and didn't think much of the startle.
Maire didn't leave her apartment until later that night. She didn't notice anything at first, but after walking down two blocks she noticed billows of smoke rising from where the library used to be. Used to be.
"Oh, no," Marie thought to herself and began to run.
The library remained as nothing but chard's of burnt wood and a few scattered book covers. The sounds of a ambulance rang in the distance and were getting closer. Marie hoped, literally hoped more than anything that nobody was burning.
As the ambulance pulled two people ran out and began searching. Marie just stood and watched. After a few minutes there was a body. Small and limp. Marie just watched.
The body was definitely dead. The ambulance drove away with it's siren playing loudly. Marie still remained unmoved. This was the second death she had witnessed and it was too much.
Wilshire was an escape from her grandfather's death, but death seemed to find her again.

second to last

The clouds looked as though they were about to rain, but Marie lingered on the beach. Just where the water meets the sand. This was the most peace she had experienced since her grandfather died a year ago. It was one of those dreams you never want to wake from. Now that he was gone nobody noticed Marie.
Shouts from the street traveled into Marie's room and woke her from her bliss. When Marie opened her eyes her room was filled with the sent of smoke. Something was burning.
It was either the fact that Marie had just woken from a pleasant dream or it was something else, but she was quite upset to smell the sent of something burning. It bored her, probably because she smoked so many cigarettes. But this was a different kind of smoke. There was no nicotine in this. Sitting on the window sill she took off her socks and glanced down to the road. Down a ways there was a group of people standing around a large cloud of smoke. Enthralled Marie threw on her purple jacket and ran towards the fire.
Once there, it was clear that the fire was that of books. A large group of people were burning books. For some reason, unbeknownst to Marie she immediately ran to the group of people and joined them in burning the books. It didn't matter what the books were about or even why they were being burned, Marie just needed to be a part of the burning.