“Carrie, hunny,” Mom said slowly. “I think you have a problem.”

Carrie didn’t answer. Her hands skimming over the pile of paperbacks, she continued placing them one by one on the shelf.

But Mom continued anyway. “You have to get rid of these books,” she said. “My livingroom’s become a library where novels check-in, but they do not check out!”

Still Carrie did not answer.

A rough slap sounded through the house as Carrie cried out. She blinked and stared at  the pile. “I think you’re right, Mom.” Carrie said, finally looking up. Hope hopped into Mom’s eyes and did a jig as Carrie’s eyes fell back to her books, filled with tears. “I do have a problem.”


“I need another bookshelf.”

Also find Books in the Humor section of Prose In Bloom

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