Descriptive Essay

The small bell tingled when the door was swung open. The rusted handle caught uncomfortably under the customer’s hand. The curtains veiling the front door blew gustily and coughed out a cloud of dust. A large stack of books greeted the keen eyes entering the small crowded shop. It was 8 feet long and had 6 shelves devouring the entire place on the wooden framework. Books sat on the lip of the ledge, leaning over as if peering over the end. The torn and tattered exteriors of the fat volumes of paper of every texture imaginable, held great literature within their medieval covers. On the far right in a forgotten nook, sat a pile of dirty books, thrown senselessly on top of either, pushed out of their proud perches on the shelves by thinner, more understandable yet shallow literature. The ceiling was old and cracking. The poor cement was repelling off the ceiling and falling down in pellets. On the left were some termite infested chairs, falling over in pieces being chewed away mercilessly by the parasitic creatures.
Huddled under a stack of rent papers and issuing copies and an ancient looking computer were a dark wooden desk. The long carved legs were pierced with intricate margins of indented wood. There were small flowers clinging to the wood spiraling upwards in a retarded fashion. The other legs were equally strangely designed and the desk had one drawer. A long flat ejecting tray, loaded up with papers and pens and strange files marked in Spanish. The desk was lying abandoned and the drawer was open, exposing its contents. There was a small frame lying forgotten on the dusty floor, there was a freckled face peering out from behind the shattered glass. The glass had tattered the faded photograph and the freckled face was staring out gloomily, half the smile torn away.
There was a hidden staircase winding up behind another row of old books. The landing overhead was littered with taped up pages and a drawing of a boat with a small stick figure on it. A smile