Me at 30's Arc

Chapter 2 of 7

The library didn't charge late fees anymore, but they still wouldn't let us check out books until we returned the ones we'd lost in the move. I'd explained to the woman at the desk that we'd left them behind when we moved into the trailer. She said it didn't matter. The account was blocked. I walked back to the trailer and sat at the cedar picnic table we'd found left behind by the previous tenants. It sat under the trees near the sandbox. The kids were inside doing homework. I pulled out a stack of lined paper from their school supplies and wrote "Fawn and Spot" at the top. If I couldn't borrow books, I'd make them myself. I wrote about a fawn who got lost in the woods and a puppy named Spot who helped her find her way home. Then I started another one about a raccoon in overalls and a hard hat who built things and solved problems. The kids came outside when they finished their homework. I read them both stories at the picnic table. They asked if I could write more tomorrow. That night I made a list of new characters. Racum Raccoon became a regular. The Neon Cop showed up to help when things got dangerous. I kept the lined paper in a folder on the table. Every evening after work, I wrote another story. The kids stopped asking about the library. They wanted to know what happened next in the stories I was writing. The blocked account didn't matter anymore. I'd found a way to give them what they needed.