“Mr. Rich has not left the bookstore since last two nights. What do you think is he up to? The curiosity is killing me. Wonder what the problem is. Has his wife kicked him out of home?” Mr. Pen said to Mr. Pencil who was relaxing inside a beautifully carved wooden pen stand. Mr. Pencil added, “The aroma of creamy delicious coffee too has not left the bookstore and have you noticed the fast food he is ordering for lunch? Wish I had a human body.” Mr. Pen had always kept track of everything about Mr. Rich. He was aware about the fights between him and his wife but they never lead to this extent that he had to live in bookstore for two nights straight.
Engrossed in finding the answer to his own question, Mr. Pen had started speaking his mind in words,” Is he hiding here? From his wife or his parents? He must have not picked the kids from school on time or he must have been drinking a lot. But he is engaged in reading Tin Tin. What is going on?” Mr. Pencil, “Leave it to him. It is his bookstore let him do whatever he wants. You relax. Don’t be a detective. Sleep it is twelve. Look for answers tomorrow. Do not disturb me now. Good night“.
Around 3 am, Mr. Pen heard footsteps, the first time he thought he was dreaming, the second time he thought it must be Mr. Rich. Just to be sure, he opened his eyes and saw a girl with backpack tip toeing towards the music section. Waking Mr. Pencil, Mr. Pen pointed his finger towards the girl, amazed Mr. Pencil, “Who is she? What is she doing here at this hour?” Mr. Pen started yelling,” A thief, a female thief…” Mr. Pencil annoyed by his behaviour hushed him, “Are you nuts? We are not humans. Mr. Rich can’t hear us. You will turn me deaf.” Mr. Pen,” Do something. You are clever. Wake him up.” Mr. Pencil,” Okay. I get your concern. But seriously we cannot do anything. You are just a pen and I am just a pencil. Hey wait, Mr. Rich is awake. He will surely get her”.
Mr. Pen attentively saw Mr. Rich turning on the lights after he noticed a shadow and with swift movements grabbed both her hands. Mr. Pencil told Mr. Pen, “He already knew someone was stealing books. This is what made him stay at the bookstore. I overheard Mr. Rich talking over phone, today evening, about the bookstore thefts going around this area. Though I remember she came yesterday wearing a beige coloured sweatshirt with her aunt. Right?” Mr. Pen agreed.
After calling the police, Mr. Rich asked her the reason for this grubby game. She told him nothing apart from her name, Ms. Nameless. Police arrived and thanked Mr. Rich for solving this latest crime. The girl and the policemen left the bookstore. Mr. Pen with no doubts slept peacefully.
This short story I wrote for Furious Fiction for the month of October 2019 which I could not submit. Let me know how is it.