THE MONK

Typing the final paragraph of my thesis, my computer crashed. It would not start up at all. 

This could not be happening! 

The closest place that had public computers was the library. I ran there, rushing through the doors into the brightly lit room. All the computers were being used! Frantic, I explained my problem to the librarian and asked if there was another computer available. 

She brought me to a room. The door locked behind me. There was a desk, paper, a quill and a candle. And I was wearing sandals and a medieval monk’s robe. 

Where was I? 

NAR Β© 2023

100 words written forΒ Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Script

44 thoughts on “THE MONK”

    1. Hey, no sweat! I’ve been banned from better places than that! It’s probably because I still can’t figure out how to do pingbacks and linky-doodles! πŸ˜‚ πŸ˜‚
      Thanks, Cindy G! So glad you loved the story! Thanks for leaving a nice comment, too! πŸ’«

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      1. Monkey business, eh? Then it’s a good thing they’ve taken a vow of silence! πŸ™ˆ πŸ™‰ πŸ™Š
        No need to correct your comments; I happen to be fluent in typo! 🀣
        Always delightful to hear from you, Keith ❣️

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