The electronic chime poorly emits two notes before sputtering and dying. Stepping into the room is like stepping into another world, a world time forgot. Thick layers of grimy dust coat everything making it all impenetrable. A ray of light shines in from an unseen source. Specks of dust floating in the air glimmer and fade as they pass through the light.
“Can I help you?” a voice cracks from behind.
Spinning around, you hear yourself say, “Yes, I’m looking for a book.”
The scraggly-bearded man ponders, “Book? What’s that?”
“Isn’t this Barnes and Noble?”
This happens two years from now.
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I suppose that “sputtering and dying” might be what you meant? =)
I’d be sorely disappointed if this happened. I rather like flipping pages and narrowly avoiding paper-cuts.
Thanks for catching that!