Reading For Pleasure
Read it.
No.
There.
No.
Simple.
Try it.
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Clear.
Can’t.
Ye-es.
Not a sound.
Pronounce.
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Know it.
No.
It.
Start here.
Beginning-less.
There.
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Alien.
Encode.
Hooded.
Enhooded.
Look again.
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The parts.
Crashed.
Together apart.
Aparted.
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Locked.
Say a sound.
Ugly word.
Simple.
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Encased in a shiny hard shell of letters, a sound and meaning-nut sits.
Tap tap tap I go. But the happy armour holds. Tap tap tap again and
the graphemes grip tighter.
Tap, tap, tap. Nothing. Not even an echo. Tap, tap, tap.
Buffed by rebuffing, the shiny shell dazzles, so I close my eyes, bring
my face close. Hot salt tears land on the page, the ink, the letters.
Softening. Bleeding.
Dissolving his angeration. A change in tone and a helping finger
begins to prise open the word.
A
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Door creaks
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Jar