Belles~Lettres
by Elizabeth


Spring has just began, but even still the frosty smell of winter lingers in the air, and patches of melting snow can be seen here and there. You plod along the sidewalk in your rather large green coat, and damp shoes, until you reach the victorian-looking house on the end of the street. A wooden sign hangs outside with the words "Belles-Lettres: A bookshop for the finer forms of literature" painted on in a very elegant manner.
You smile as you see a few of your friends peeking out one of the upper windows, and quickly run up to, and through the door. The smell of books, coffee, and burning wood greet you the moment you enter, and you see a large fireplace blazing in the next room. Soft sweet music can be heard playing, and rows of books, old and new, fill the rooms.
Suddenly you hear a clatter of footsteps and turn to see one of your friends coming down the staircase to greet you.
"You're here!" She exclaims with a smile, "Good, we weren't sure you'd be able to make it. The others are upstairs and are ready to start the meeting. Oh good, You've gotten the book!" looking down at my new copy of "Pride and Prejudice". "Don't you just love it?!" But without giving you any time to answer, shepulls you to the staircase , and the two of you rush up to join the others.

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