𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝕃𝕠𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

Fuck, fuckity, fuck fuck

Your typical Monday morning routine included a lot of coffee consumption before opening your bookstore and unloading new titles. So after being well caffeinated, you began to open the small parcel that was recklessly left on your storefront.

"Books!" you exclaim excited, peering into the now open box. You shouldn't be surprised, your deliveries were almost always books, yet it still excited you.

On a little shelf that you had just erected yourself, you eagerly stacked the recently delivered books. You took a step back, exhaled deeply, and then proudly admired your DIY abilities. Taking pleasure in the smells of newly printed pages.

All that was missing were the ceramic book ends you acquired in a vintage shop to complete the orderly arrangement. You rummaged in the back of the store and found your cherished ornaments, marvelling at them as you walk back to the shelf.

The decorative pieces were carefully unwrapped, and placed neatly at each end. You took two steps back as you took a sip from another cup of coffee and gazed admiringly at the completed display.

You let out a satisfied sigh and grinned wide. The sight of a well arranged bookshelf was one of your favourite things. However, your happy day was short-lived when one end suddenly gave way, causing all the books and the much loved ceramic ornaments to fall off - smashing into numerous pieces when it hit the ground.

Your heart was broken as you stared in disbelief at the floor and at the many fragments that were scattered around. Your heart ached, and if you continued to look, you thought you may just cry.

Your uplifted mood was now gone, and sadness soon morphed into aggravation. You huffed out hot air and slammed your coffee cup down.

"You will not defeat me shelf!" you yell defiantly.

You left the mess on the floor, and strutted to Ken's Hardware store.

Urgh, Ken. Another reason for your mood to be peeved.

You walked into the dusty store, and immediately cough from all the sawdust that floated in the air. The entire shop was crammed full of nails, drill bits, and power tools. A store filled with disorganised chaos—it was the stuff of nightmares. If Ken weren't such a weirdo, you'd be more than happy to spend the entire day putting everything in its proper place.

You hurriedly gathered your necessities and walked over to the counter. To your surprise, Ken is standing still with his gaze fixed on nothing. He held a freshly wrapped hand and continued to sit motionless on his stool.

Did he hurt himself with his power tools you wonder?.

You tried your hardest to gain his attention by loudly clearing your throat, but he was so disoriented that not even a pretend coughing fit managed to get his attention.

"Ken, are you alright?" you ask wearily, yet his body didn't stir, "Hello... earth to Ken?

Nothing. Not a damn thing.

"Pervy Ken, are you there?" you mock, "Oh no, my skirt has accidentally risen past my backside, I hope no one can see my ass" you continue.

You stare at him in confusion. Never have you seen anybody so dazed. Ken usually has a good nose for naked skin, so this was completely out of character for him.

You scrunch your brows in anger and slap the cash on the desk. You turn to leave the store but a persistent desire to find out what happened to his hand caused you to turn back.

"Urgh, Ken, you better wake up now or I'm going to bring priest Tom here and he'll exercise your soul out of you!"

Ken was abruptly startled back to the present. He stumbled up and smiled, acting as if nothing had occurred.