Here, for your reading pleasure, is a guest story from my wonderful friend Leta!
Daisy: Seen outside The Tattered Cover on Colfax at about noon.
I love being outside. All the smells on the wind, all the people. I stay outside when he goes in. I always have to fight the twinge of anxiety when he leaves--he always comes back to me, but no matter what, I can't get rid of that instant of doubt. But the breeze is playing along the sidewalk and the sun is warm, and I forget my worry watching the people passing. A lady has two girls with her in bright jackets. They smile at me and I wave at them. I like days like this, and places like this. Everyone is happy and no one is in a hurry. I'm so busy watching people I don't eve see that he has returned until he is at my side. "Come on, Daisy," he says, untying my leash from the pole. He scratches my ears, and I wave my tail at him.
And here is a story from me.
The Tattered Cover about about 12:30 p.m.
I must say, I enjoy my current state. I was alarmed at first when they gutted me, viciously ripped out my insides, seemingly without a reason. I didn't know what I had done to deserve it. For years I had invited people inside. I cushioned them in the plush red embrace of my chairs, and I sheltered them as they laughed and cried at the tales of human nature that were enacted before them. It's true that I eventually grew older; as I became shabbier, they stopped wanting to come inside. Still, I didn't feel that this was a valid excuse to disembowel me.
But then they came back. They replaced my chairs with tall wooden shelves. Now I proudly display ideas and stories once again. I like that the people come inside me and slowly browse. I smile when someone discovers a volume that turns out to be an unexpected pleasure. The same people come back again and again; I watch them grow. I am happy to entertain and educate them, and I am glad that they love me.
Greetings from sunny Denver! I am here visiting Leta (whose blog, Brain or Shine, you should definitely read), and we have been having a lovely time. We went to the Tattered Cover, which is the bookstore from whose perspective I wrote. It used to be a theater, but they turned it into an AMAZING bookstore. It's huge and has a great selection, and the people who work there are really friendly. We also went to a fun record shop called Twist and Shout, and soon we are heading to the zoo. But we wrote some stories while we were at the bookstore, and I wanted to get them posted. Anyway, more to come soon!