RETRIBUTION

     “ …? None of that really matters to me. “

       “ is that so.. ”

Steadily would he approach another, sights aimed over a shoulder of a person unfamiliar. Curiosity peaking the very interest of what words rest within fingers unknown & he would speak only his most genuine of inquiries beckoned by knowledge’s unquenchable thirst.

      ＂What are you reading ? It doesn’t look like study materials. ＂

 gaze does not falter from its fixed position upon intriguing pages; such a story held him captive through out the narrative not once, but several times -- a favorite of his, you could say.

“ you’re correct, it is not informative prose. ”

words hold no interest in keeping up a longer conversation with the stranger, for his attention was currently occupied.

   silence lingers the candle lit room, where very few others had gathered to relax after a long day. with a book held in hands, he isolates himself from the rest, eyes scanning through one page after another, taking in the information that was being offered.

                                                     ❝ .... -- ❞