‘Never mind. Anyway, please come inside, if you would still like to.’ The young man hesitated. He wasn’t sure. He couldn’t think. ‘Ah,’ he said, hopefully, ‘do you have an HB pencil I could borrow?’ The man did. He handed it over. The young man felt the tip – it had been well-sharpened. He smiled. Then he pulled out his notepad and scrawled: ‘2B? Or not 2B?’ ‘That is the question,’ he muttered.
Hearsay: On Dit's creative writing edition.