With a clenched fist

With a clenched fist she ran towards the fair from the streets. On her way she saw many shops , some with mouthwatering delicies and others with colorful and beautiful clothes and toys. She went to one them ,clenching her fist tighter she asked them the time and continued searching the shop. Then she saw an old book store ,halts there. Thenow she checked the booklist and ordered some  books , some in bad condition but cheap. Filling them to a basket she left with withering smile and blossoming heart.


When home she sprang them to the broken shelf and others to string, making her library for her comrades in the village.

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