The words blurred into one another, every yellowed page like the one before.
“What does it say?”
“I can’t tell. The words are blurred one into another.”
“Two-by-two? Can you…?”
“No, all the words on the page are one big blur.”
“How can a word at the beginning of the page blur into a word at the end of the page?”
“It’s just one big blur, ok? Maybe each word blurs into the next. One into another. Maybe each word is just sitting there blurred by itself. All I know is, you can’t read anything. Not a single word. All blurred into one another.”
“Seems like if they all… Never mind. Try the next page.”
“The next page is yellowed too. It’s like the one before.”
“Try the page after that.”
“Every page is like the one before.”
“So what you’re telling me is, the thing is one big blur.”
“Probably got wet. A long time ago.”
“So we’ve got no idea what it’s about? It could be about anything. It’s a worthless book.”
“Well, it’s not the only book. There’s a pile of them.”
“Have you checked the others or just this one?”
“Every one is like the one before.”
For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie
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