She wore red earrings in the shape of a leaf. Spent most of her day in the library, whittling her time and forgetting in the first place why she went high into those stacks, devouring books and chewing through pencils, filling up spiral-bound notebooks and subconsciously scratching her fingernails into the desk while the security guard walked between and among the shelves.
(Balmorhea, Barefoot Pilgrims)
