Day Three, Jury Duty

Chapter One. Page One.

I look around the room before I start. I really don't like any of them. The loud group just won't shut up.

I mind my own business and pour myself into the pages.

Several hundred later I am broken from it's spell. Why?

the magic is still there. foolish apprentices.

they'll serve someone half assed. not me


I continue


My book is poems.

eventually the few I decided early on weren't all that bad

Migrate to my table

look at me

study

make eye contact

and tell me their life story

I allow it and return to my book.