On the corner of Hickson Way and Streech Road, stands the most imposing of buildings. Hewn out of what looks like a single slab of granite, The Library of Impossible Stories stands out from the modest village of single storey weatherboard villas like an alien monolith shoved into a Rockwell painting.
It had no windows, one large front door and unless you remembered to never judge a book by its sleeve, you would probably shudder and about turn. It’s appearance elicited a certain aura of strangeness mixed with that feeling you get when someone you don’t know is staring at you.
This building however was one of Maggie Goldsmiths favourite places, along with the vacant dandelion infested lot down at Trumbsell road where she and Malcolm Pennywhistle had constructed a very elaborate albeit leaky fort.
Not surprisingly The Old Stone Library, as it was known locally, wasn’t the most popular library in Bennington On Rye. It was more than a little strange not only in title but also in collection. Most Londoners gave it a wide berth, heading instead down Frampton Street towards the Texas! Best-est! Mall on order to avoid its ominous blank stare.
Excerpt from Maggie Goldsmith and the Book of Tunnels. by R A Haupt 2018