Contributor: Rachel Rose Teferet
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He never should have taken those tabs of acid. In truth, he had doubted their potency, as they were a year old, and had been discovered inside a library book, long overdue.
Now, Jude is at the library, trying to pay his fine with much difficulty.
“Sir. Your fine is fifty dollars; you have handed me a picture of your dog,” says the librarian, her face green and warty. She looks like a frog.
Sure that he is being mugged, he hands over his entire wallet and whimpers. The frog hands it back with a sigh, and tells Jude to have a nice day, sir.
He runs out of the prison lined with books―how the names of ancients glower from their gilding!―until Jude is panting in the sunshine, slumped against the book return box.
“Hey Mister, are you okay?”
Jude’s head snaps up. A child dressed in pink lace and...
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Author:
Rachel Rose Teferet
