The Story Begins
"How much?" she asked,eyes on the book.
The woman behind the till looks up at the young girl,her brown hair tied back.She wasn't even looking at her,the ignorant-
"For what?" came the reply, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
Sarah looked up and put the book down on the table,smiling apologetically.A short glance at the battered red cover.
"Two.I can't see why on earth you would want it,though.Not for a young woman like you,fairytales are for the younger ones."
She fumbled in her pocket,brining out a crumpled five pound note,and put that down on the counter too.
"I like fantasy stuff." she mumbled,picking up the book again and turning the cover.No blurb,just the red backing.It was old,she could se that,but Sarah had always liked old things.
"Well,we've got soem other ones round the back.Maybe you'd like to-"
But Sarah had already taken her change and left the bookshop.
The sun beating down on the pages made it difficult to read,and it was handwritten too.Sarah couldn't belive she'd got it for only two pounds.
The story was so intricate,full of detail and feeling,you would have thought someone had written it themself,as a first-hand account.But it couldn't be.Even she wouldn't beleive it,a fantasy tale,of course.
She loved it.
Turning back to the front page,she re-read the title;
The Labyrinth