Just For A While

It was a cleansing feeling, shedding off the trappings of the day. The school bag came off first, apparel that would still feel heavy even without the textbooks in it. The jacket came next, then the jumper, the tie, and the shoes. Heading to her room, the rest of the uniform came off. Tights, skirt and blouse were soon replaced with worn tracksuit bottoms and an old tee, ragged at the hem from being drawn over the knees.

Even with the uniform gone some of the weight remained. How best to shift that varied day to day.

The aging computer packed with shareware, MIDI files and .txts of guides and fanfic could wait till after dinner. TV wouldn’t get good until six. The hand-me-down console’s plastic pad tethered to the system was tempting, but that had the same trouble as the PC. There was always the hi-fi, a massive stack of parts that passed from owner to owner until finally finding a place in her room, but no.

Falling back onto the sun and moon chair bed, rarely unfolded for a sleepover, she grabbed the worn book with a yellowing receipt sticking from the top edge from its place between bed and dresser.

Noble quests, prophecies, sorcerous power and the clash of steel on steel. There was none of that in her school life. But just for a while, before dinner and the continuing adventures of Picard and Co., the weight was gone.



Isaac had once thought that there was too much shelving going up in the study. Seeing box after box of his partner’s books being brought in started him thinking that maybe, just maybe, they’d need some free-standing units to go in the middle of the room.

“You’re -sure- you need all these books?” He asked, draping himself over a box with ‘Mythology’ scrawled along the top in marker pen.

“Quite sure.” Juan smiled, the man in his element as he wheeled in further boxes by way of a trolley. The contraption had three joined wheels on to make it easier to move up the stairs. “Could you move that box over to the shelves away from the window, please?”

With a groan, Isaac hefted the boxed books across. His bleach-blonde tufts of hair were slick with sweat from the move. “I could buy you an e-reader, and re-buy as many books as are available?”

His partner laughed, a wave of his hand levitating a book up and opening the pages. “I cannot quite interact with ebooks as I can with the real thing. Some may consider this a glut. I? Well… there are many more I seek to pick up.”

“I’d put the book down and help out with moving if I were you.” Isaac warned. “If the girls catch you slacking off with your nose between pages, you’ll have hell to pay.”

“True.” The scholar replied, returning the book to its box before wandering over. “There’s time to sort and order them once we’re all settled here.”