Album Collection
by Kate

The flat was small and filled with bookshelves that held no books. Comics, CDs, unlabeled videos, toys, jars of herbs and boxes of talismans, pebbles and leaves, the kind of things that a young man who spent years travelling the world would collect.

There were books, however, stacked in piles around the bookshelves, teetering dangerously against milk crates filled with vinyl. Giles knelt down, his knees protesting, and reverently flipped through the albums.

Oz walked in with two mugs of tea. Giles looked up and smiled. "Either I'm borrowing all your albums or I'm moving in."

Oz smiled in reply.