Treasure

Sevilla walked along the isles of the library.  The book she was looking for was there, she knew it.  Every clue had brought her to that place.

A delicate rain played her song over the glass panels.  I have to find the book, finding it means my independence.

Something pulled her to the right.  She had glimpsed a title in golden letters.  Her heart leapt out of her chest.

She pulled the book out as if it were the most precious object in the world.  She read the title once, twice.

She couldn’t believe it.

She had it.

She held in her hands the Gospel of Light.




The other story sortlisted for Voces sin Fronteras II, Canada, 2012...  and published in the anthology of the same name :)