In The Olden Days

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Back in the days when I used to do research in libraries, I used to spend hours upon hours reading, taking notes, asking questions and when I was done I’d take a carefully selected  stack of books up to the counter.

One day in my  stack I had  book about Funeral Customs from around the world, a book about cannibalism and one about forensics.

The Librarian asked me if I found everything I needed.

” Oh. Hey. I forgot, I need one about organic gardening.”

He tried to not look back down at my books.

” I’m writing a cookbook.” I  offered by way of explanation.

I was a regular in that Library and it’s funny but that Librarian managed to never check my books out again.

The Wrong Door

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Heavy footsteps

made their way to my door

demanding, insisting, they tread over bones

sleeping corpses

tell me your story, feed me your words

I heard a whisper in my ear

before the scream

tore it’s way

to forever.

Daily Post Prompt: Oversight