
A man visited me on Thursday and asked for a book I didn’t have – Shark Arm by Phillip Roope, and his walking stick gave him some trouble as he balanced himself at the counter.
He said, ‘Don’t worry, that’s just my walking stick trying to kill me’, and we smiled, and a customer nearby looked across and nodded and then looked back at the shelves again.
He asked me to order the book for him, and I replied, ‘Of course’, and I looked up to take his details and there were tears in his eyes which must have come on suddenly and for no reason visible to anyone here.
He said, ‘Let me know when it arrives, I’m looking forward to this.’
His eyes were blue. His shirt and jeans and hat were all green, His eyes held the story though because everything for a second swam right in front of us, and then was gone again.
Image by Horacio Cardoza
It must be a darn good book if just thinking about it brings a man to tears.
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I know, I was so curious
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Must be another story behind that one? So descriptive!
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I think there was, but I’ll probably never know.
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Please don’t stop writing these anytime soon.
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Thanks David 🙂 🙂
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