The Lady and the Nerd

Last last time on the Chronicles of Coralende winfry winster was writing and it was fail! In spite of all of his attempts to create the myth that would u-turn nilbmah into one of the greatest nations in the galaxy, all his work was so dry it could be a drying machine; so bland that it made water seem to burst with flavors; so cliché that it was really cliché. Needless, but not really, to say, during those 15 years winfry did more recycling than anyone in his whole apartment complex.

Normally, winfry wrote at home on weeknights and treated himself to working at the nilbmah citadel public library on the weekends. He would arrive precisely at 10 am even though that was the posted opening time and every nilbmahian knew it wouldn’t open until 12 noon. So mr. winster would wait. Right at the doors he would wait. I can’t really know why because I wasn’t born one of those pretentious omniscient narrators (stupid bastards, think they know everything), but I think the 10 to 12 wait was an important battle for winfry. Because deep down winfry knew he would never be in a really battle, let alone win one, so he invented passive aggressive battles that he could win. And this wait was one such battle, or at least that’s what I think. If he didn’t wait outside at 10 am, he would acknowledge that the building wouldn’t actually open on time. And that would be giving himself up to the nilbmahian status quo that he was trying so hard to burst into more pieces than wedding cake.

So winfry winster would wait. From 10 to 12 he would wait. That is he waited. One morning, winfry was awaitin’ in front of the big gothic doors of the big gothic nilbmah citadel public library, when all of a sudden at precisely 10:00 am the door opened! It was isabel englewood. isabel was the new librarian and she had arrived in the capital just two months before. Before coming to nilbmah citadel, she was a librarian at cafford college in the small country township of nighline – or at least that’s what she had told the few people she had talked to in the two months of living in the capital. isable was gorgeous but her attractiveness was of the subtle variety that goes unnoticed by most of the cretins that walk the world. winfry noticed but pretended not to.

But at that moment winfry did not notice isabel. He was day dreaming – about isable in fact. While he had seen her every Saturday (she didn’t work Sunday’s) since she came to the city, he had thought but never talked to her. isabel let winfry daydream for a minute before clearing her throat.

PS yeah get frustrated with that ending yeah