BLACK BART
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Why was it most of the routine in a beings life could be described by a single, two syllable word? Why did it seem as if the sole purpose was to stand behind the counter and file away everything that is passed over it.
Funny isn’t it how having absolute power tends to simplify things to a certain level…
One you would describe most accurately as......... boring
That’s why if you looked across the grand hall of the Universities library, across the finely polished tables that generations of students have studied and flirted over you just might see him behind the counter, leaning over the piles of books to watch the endless throng of humanity pass by.
What was he waiting for?
Or whom?
He’d tell you with a wistful smile that he didn’t know yet, didn't know her name…or the hair color or eyes…but when he saw her he would know her then.
Who was he?…Now you’d get a laugh out of that as well or give him that certain look and walk away shaking your head…
But names aren’t all that important are they? It’s the creature that wears them that makes the difference….
For amusements sake let’s just call him by the name he's using at this particular moment and time and we can move forward with this tale…
William Radford, Professor, currently at the “U of C”, appearance is deceiving (of course) but age seems to be mid 30’s with a 6 foot build that is muscular but not muscle bound. Blond hair and blue eyes reinforce the impression of the all American boy…but look long and hard enough into his eyes and your perceptions mightl quickly change.
It’s the Friday night before the holiday and the library is deserted, the average dedicated student having cleared out hours before to meet with family and friends.
The few that remained behind were usually of no interest…the remnants that had no place to be and no life to really live…and they too had quietly fled the sleepy haven.
But there was one remaining…a woman he had never had the pleasure of knowing before…and to his delight she was walking directly towards him.
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Why was it most of the routine in a beings life could be described by a single, two syllable word? Why did it seem as if the sole purpose was to stand behind the counter and file away everything that is passed over it.
Funny isn’t it how having absolute power tends to simplify things to a certain level…
One you would describe most accurately as......... boring
That’s why if you looked across the grand hall of the Universities library, across the finely polished tables that generations of students have studied and flirted over you just might see him behind the counter, leaning over the piles of books to watch the endless throng of humanity pass by.
What was he waiting for?
Or whom?
He’d tell you with a wistful smile that he didn’t know yet, didn't know her name…or the hair color or eyes…but when he saw her he would know her then.
Who was he?…Now you’d get a laugh out of that as well or give him that certain look and walk away shaking your head…
But names aren’t all that important are they? It’s the creature that wears them that makes the difference….
For amusements sake let’s just call him by the name he's using at this particular moment and time and we can move forward with this tale…
William Radford, Professor, currently at the “U of C”, appearance is deceiving (of course) but age seems to be mid 30’s with a 6 foot build that is muscular but not muscle bound. Blond hair and blue eyes reinforce the impression of the all American boy…but look long and hard enough into his eyes and your perceptions mightl quickly change.
It’s the Friday night before the holiday and the library is deserted, the average dedicated student having cleared out hours before to meet with family and friends.
The few that remained behind were usually of no interest…the remnants that had no place to be and no life to really live…and they too had quietly fled the sleepy haven.
But there was one remaining…a woman he had never had the pleasure of knowing before…and to his delight she was walking directly towards him.
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