Paper Bindings

"Gerald? Fetch me these books, won't you?"

Gerald sighed. He'd been doing this job far too long, and the years were finally beginning to take it's toll. Not on his body, but certainly his weary mind. His unaging bones never creaked, but perhaps he wished they did. If anything, it would give a reason for the lifelessness he had begun to feel. His dark hair never turned grey, nor did wrinkles crack his alabaster skin, but the lively young man Miss Olivia had once grown so fond of had since vanished with time. Now he was nothing but the mentally old man who worked for the bizarre young girl that resided in the library.

"Yes Madam," he sighed, taking the note from his young mistresses hand, "shall that be all?"

"For now. Thank you Gerald," the young girl said absentmindedly. Her vacant white eyes were locked on something they could not see, and in her right hand was a fluffy purple quill, which scratched out beautiful written words on a creamy white sheet of paper. One might believe she truly could see exactly what she was doing had they not seen her writing.

The butler had memorized the locations of the books Miss Olivia had asked for over the years. While he'd never read them himself, nor had he ever wondered what they might be about, he did know she spent hours a day curled up in her chair. How she did it, he failed to understand.

As he pulled the last book from its shelf, out of sheer curiosity, began to examine it. It was Miss Olivia's favorite, a swashbuckling tale of a beautiful young pirate queen who's name he could simply not remember. Her picture was hand painted on the cover, almost as if it was the only copy ever made, and he'd often catch the young girl running her fingers over the cover hoping to catch the details of her heroine. Perhaps it was more disheartening. Gerald never knew if Olivia would ever be able to see the girl, understand her dark hair and caramel skin, or the messy, straight cut bangs likely often covered the girls eyes.

"Gerald?"

"Coming Madam!" he called, placing the book onto the old wooden cart with the others.

He carefully pushed the cart back up the ramp to Miss Olivia's loft. When he reached the top, he could see Olivia was no longer sitting properly, but had her legs thrown over the side of the chair, her head resting in the opposite arm.

"Gerald, we're fading, aren't we?" the young mistress asked.

"I'm not sure what you mean, Madam."

Miss Olivia shook her head. "Neither do I, never mind it. You have all my books?"

"I do."

"Might I have them?"

"Yes Madam."

Gerald handed her her favorite first, and went down the list from there on. For each one, she picked it up and read the title out loud as if she could see it. Over the years she'd likely memorized the size and weight to tell one from the other. This was the only conclusion Gerald could make any sense of.

"Open Waters, where the pirate resides, you know I adore this one! The Forgotten Fairytale, where one might find a princess, no? Oh, yes, Sunshine in the Rain. Perhaps a bizarre name for a cowgirl's home, yes? Desert Wish, such a lovely story and such a wonder Genie. New Orleans Stars, if only we could here that beautiful voice. Ashes in the snow, where the broken become strong. Oh Gerald, isn't each of these a beautiful world of its own?" she cheered happily.

"Miss Olivia, why are those your favorites?"

Olivia smiled and turn to her books. "A pirate, a princess, a cow girl, a genie, a warrior, and a dreamer. What interesting friends they'd make, no?" She giggled and turned back to her butler. "Well I must finish my plan, you make take your leave for the evening if you wish."

"Yes madam, but if I may ask, what are you doing?"

"I'm making arrangements." she admitted, perhaps a little too brightly as she began to flip through the books.

"With whom?" The suspicious butler asked.

"A certain page hopper I'm really rather fond of. G'night Gerald!"