Chapter 15

Chapter 15

 

David smiles, with the thing in his hand. With the suave thing in his hand, he takes one last feel of its callous body. He no longer in his fickle mind cares for it and softly and slowly, so as not to disturb the dust that had settled in the time it took to contemplate, he puts it back where he found it. The pulsating stops and he sighs, knowing that there was an adventure in that, but how could he ever experience it all. It was such a sigh, of a philosophical young boy, and it is heard, all through the one centimetre surrounding him. He returns to what he was doing before, reading about the anatomy of pens whilst strolling around, and pays no more heed to the thing that will soon be enveloped to dust, right where he picked it up. Yes he picked it up.

 

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