Thursday, June 11, 2009

Bargain Books

Harold frowned at the notebook. He’d picked it up on the flea market for fifty pence. “Have it,” said the shopkeeper after charging him £9.50 for a 1937 guide to Laverstone. “I can’t even work out what language it’s written in. It’s all Greek to me.”

“Not Greek,” said Harold, handing over a ten pound note for the two and waving away the change. “Meroitic hieroglyphs, though I don’t know of anyone who could translate them.” He passed the book to Julie, “Any clue?”

Julie paused and, stopping the pushchair from falling backwards with her foot, flicked through the text. “No clue,” she said, though someone had to understand it to publish the book.”

“It wasn’t published.” Harold looked at the inside cover. “It’s a notebook from 1958,” he said. “though it doesn’t say whose.”

“I’m sure you could find out,” said Julie, taking the book back and flicking through the pages back to front.

“How?”

“This isn’t ink. It’s blood.”

4 comments:

aims said...

Oh! I bet someone's going to figure this one out.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Hmm. I wonder who?

stephanie said...

Oh! Lovely. To be part of the backstory for the tour guide?

Leatherdykeuk said...

Indeed yes :)