Very Short Story: Charlatan

A charlatan on some disused corner said, “You are what you love. Remember those words, for they will set you apart from the rest.”

Walking down an empty street thinking about the charlatan’s words, they rattle and bounce around the expanse of her skull: threatening.

A thought takes shape; She says to herself, “If you are what you love, then my organs are books, my brain is an archive of knowledge, the blood that runs through my veins is ink, and my soul is my many words.