She liked how the word sounded when said aloud, “bibliophile”. It had a texture of naughtiness about it. It allowed her to cheat on her lover without being unfaithful – an acceptable form of adultery. After all, she loved words more than stories, for what are books without words? Another word she loved – meta.
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This 55-word story is in response to a prompt on ‘Bibliophile’ from here.
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