Piers (as he wished to be known to his small select reading public) sat looking apprehensively – “Internet Explorer” he intoned in a nervous voice, “key boards, mice and windows”, then looking darkly down at the books on the table, “eBooks and self publishing”
His sinewy neck burst through his shirt. His head covered with fairly short grey hair, sticking up like a bottle brush gave the impression of a person more comfortable exploring on an archeologically dig rather than the modern internet jungle otherwise know as “the market place”. A Slow tortoise in a Fast world.
Piers was not at ease in this new foreign land but had decided with determination that after years of hermit like existence he needed to enter this confused and confusing land that started right in his living space. Where nothing was what it seemed and worse still others proclaimed to be what they were not.
He stood up as if wearied by the contradiction “It seems in this world now if we are to make a success of reading - ink must not touch paper” he muttered for fear the net would overhear.
Dec 2011 Simon Watts
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