“He was unconscious when I found him.”
“Huh? Come again?”
“Oh, sorry. There’s a piece of paper stuck in the drawer. I was just reading it out.”
“‘He was unconscious when I found him,’ huh. Go on. It sounds intriguing. Like something out of a mystery novel.”
“Actually, it does look like it’s part of one. Look. It’s a draft. A page from a manuscript, maybe.”
“Let me see. Ahh, yes. The strikeouts. The proofreader marks. That one’s a draft, alright.”
“Do you think it ever got published?”
“Who knows?”
“So maybe the person who owned these drawers was an author.”
“That’s one possibility.”
“How exciting! Hey, do you think we can track him or her down?”
“Hold it there. Don’t get carried away or else we might be the ones stuck in the mystery.”
“Hmmm. Maybe I should start writing my own draft, too.”
“Now that’s a thought to ponder.”
scribbles and stories 