Lavender Regret
I tip the last book into place, standing on my toes to reach the top shelf. The library is quiet, it’s the middle of the afternoon and most students are in the commons having lunch outside. It’s nice out, the sky is diamond blue and the sun is a bright pinprick high overhead. I look out the window, distracted. ‘What’re you looking at?’ I startle, then scowl. I hate being snuck up on. ‘Nothing.’ I shove the empty book cart down the aisle with my foot. The creaking wheels don’t carry it far. I...