A Hand at the Library
Tue, Oct 25, 2016 | 1,087 notes“Pardon me, do you have anything on leviathans?” the young man asked hopefully.
“I do believe we do, yes,” the reference librarian remarked. “Just a moment, please.” With her skeletal right hand, she removed her left and sent it scurrying to a massive card catalog.
“Living or undead?”
“Living, please.”
“Monstrous or mortal?
“Hm… monstrous, I believe.”
The librarian nodded and continued chatting politely with the patron. After a few minutes, the arrant hand returned with a small pile of thick, off-white cards inscribed with titles of various books. The words were written in a small, beautiful script.
The librarian perused the cards while her hand reattached itself then said, “This way, please” and floated towards a darkened hallway.