So Much For Reading

I was reading in the sun when a shadow appeared. 

“You’re blocking my light,” I said. 

“Why are you always reading?” He asked. 

I sighed. Why did he always choose to bother me when I was nose deep in a good book? It’s like he couldn’t stand the idea of giving anything but him my undivided attention. 

“What do you want?” I figured getting to the chase would get him out of my hair faster. 

“Who says I want something?” He gave me that not-so-innocent grin. 

“I says you want something, so out with it.” I saved my place in my book before closing it. 

He looked bashful for a second, suddenly embarrassed about what he wanted to tell me. He sighed before squaring his shoulders and looking me dead in the eye. 

Oh shit, this was something serious. Who got hurt? Are they going to be okay or are they . . . I didn’t even want to think that way. 

“Aha! Got your book!” He snatched the novel from me, running and laughing maniacally. 

“You—come back here!” I gave chase. So much for reading. 

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