Short Story

A short story

A morning conversation between he and she.

How did you sleep last night? Okay. Would you like some coffee? Okay. Breakfast? Okay.
Eggs, toast? Okay. Okay to both? Okay. How do you like your eggs cooked?, scrambled,
fried, sunny side up? Okay. Okay to which one? Scrambled. Light or dark toast? Okay.
Look, do you have any other answer besides okay? Nope. Oh boy! For now on, she’ll
be known as the Okay Lady.


In a good bookroom you feel in some mysterious way that you are absorbing the wisdom contained in all the books through your skin, without even opening them.

-Mark Twain