Bodleian Magic
Flash fiction about love beyond death
Nov 3 · 2 min read

A hot cup of tea, autumn leaves, and old books. Carolyn was in heaven. Better than heaven. She was right where she had always wanted to be, studying ancient literature in the Bodleian library.
Of course, it would have been better if she could have smelled the tea, tasted it, or touched the books. She had managed to hitch a ride with her twin sister…

