Dispatch from an advertising future #135


When people came round, she always made sure she showed it off. Her favourite room. “It’s like something from a movie,” they’d say, “so retro”. She’d even bought a wheeled ladder that slid silently along the stacks. She’d ostentatiously climb it and move along a little to pull one out to show off the cover or the binding. And then there was the giant armchair. They always wanted to sit in it and pose, sometimes for a selfie. As she climbed down the shelf’s quiet voice appeared in her ear. “You’re running low on contemporary fiction, I’ve ordered the latest.”