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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US West Coast - California, Portland)Transcript
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a tale to tell. Airborne dust particles fluttered in the dreary bookstore dancing upon the noon sun's rays that visited through the large unwashed windows ceiling. High shelves stuffed with a plethora of unorganized selections of fiction and nonfiction pled for the warm touch oven. Eager readers fingers to stroke their spines and flip through their pages. However, as the age of bookstores died, the small store in the heart of the old downtown saved open on Lee from the online sales that the owner chose to release into the world the stories that everyone knew and desired, not the secrets that hid between the lines of the lesser known books. An old man sat in 1/4 right chair just to the rear of the cluttered counter, perusing a leather bound tome with hand written words from a language long for gotten to his left. A pedestal table held his cup of tea and an unlit cigar. He was lost in contemplation, focused on the text in his lap as the steam from his cup ceased to swim toward the heavens. He seemed oblivious to the world around him as he appeared not to hear the large wood and glass doors. Rusty hinges scrape as a curious teen boy pushed it open enough to just slip in in awe at the selection before him. The young boy didn't see the old man as he veered right down a shadowed ill. There was barely a straight path. As stacks of books lined the floor on either side, he was careful not to stumble or disrupt the disorderly chaos. His eyes peruse the titles, curious as to what tales resided within, begging to escape. Nearing the end of the aisle, he turned to his lab, eyes still wide and focused upon the shelves. A precarious stack crossed his Pam, falling to the floor with a brash thud. The old man reached his arm toward the table, grabbing the cup of tea. His frail hand raised the gold rimmed vessel to his lips and sipped the sugarless brew until it was no more. I'll expect you to pick those up, said the old man in a gruff tone. I'm sorry, said the boy, rushing to clean up his mask. I didn't mean it. There are just so many books. I don't know where to look. The old man stood from his chair and stepped over a few newer books as he made his way behind the counter. You like books? Do you ask the man? Well, you'll find that I don't have anything about boy wizards, shiny vampires or young love. Thank goodness, said the boy. I'm interested in riel literature, the kind of stuff that transcends the classics that speaks to me on a different level. That's why I'm here, not the chain store that tells me what to read. The old man sat upon the stool behind the counter, motioning for the boy to sit in his chair. Take a C. Tell me what kind of stories are you interested in? Give me more detail. The boy didn't hesitate as he sat, realizing the impression, and the seed was not tailored for him as he tried to get comfortable. I want to read about the tales that the readers have to tell the stuff that maybe riel baby secrets of our own hometown secret, you say, asked the old man, this town as all types of secrets, many that are documented here in this old store, most that are for gotten, maybe even hidden in the recesses of the minds of those that were present when they happened. Really, the boy sat forward in his seat. Which books? My child, said the old man. Not all stories air in the books. Some are in the head. Maybe I could share some of the secrets with you, some that are in a book, one that I've lost upon these shelves a long time ago. I'll find it one day, but for now they're in my head. Do you want to hear? I do? The boy was excited. Contain yourself, child, said the old man. What is your name? I'm Trey. Trade Dickinson, said the boy. Well, Trey, said the old man, Sit back and let me tell you about a time when Mishawaka was just a one horse town and the stray cats took over.