Monday, March 17, 2014

100 Words a Day 578

Undulating tentacles hung from his face. He stooped over a faded manuscript, squinting to read the faded writing. On one side of the text was a stack of parchments, and the other a dictionary. He glanced between the two, translating the ancient text, while the tentacles turned the pages and held the glowing stone that provided light.

He felt the sweat beading on his brow. Without thinking, he reached back with his monkey tail grabbed an old cloth, and wiped his face with it. Replacing the towel, he picked up a glass of water and gave it to the tentacles.

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