They had a huge library. Camus, Derida, Rowling, Tagore, you name it, they had it.
Three years of marital bliss and their world turned upside down just like his new sedan.
Off the cliff, and beside the lake lay his dead body shattered and broken and she was five metres away, her face covered in blonde strands and her brain almost damaged.
She recovered only to realise that now she had the brain of a three-year-old. The only books she could comprehend were pictorial ones.
The high-level ones lay in a second-hand bookstore waiting to be sold by the kilo.