Yellowed pages ready to tear at the slightest provocation.
A carefully scribbled signature of a person who had just started owning books and marking them to show ownership.
A date written beneath the signature, possibly that of purchase: 25/6/87
The story of a slice of history that needs to be re-read time and again.
Cool breeze on a warm afternoon.
The book slips from my hand as my eyes droop.
The papers flutter and close, stopping at the title page.