“Excuse me” The boy said
The man peered up from his book. “Shh it’s a library, no talking”.
“But how do I…” the lad began
“Write it down” whispered the annoyed reader
“Can I borrow a pencil?”
One was produced
“And some paper?”
Scribble scribble, the tongue poked out of the side of his mouth in concentration. Sweat on his brow, squirming in the chair he had sat on.
“How do I spell…?”
The lad started to cry.
“Oh, come now, nothing to cry about. Just this once, what did you want to ask me?”
“It doesn’t matter now, I don’t need to go anymore.” He got up, toddled off, leaving behind a puddle and a wet chair.
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