Common Ground

This is a little scene inspired by a picture prompt from the WriYe DreamWidth.

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“That’s… a lot of books.”

0c9c0670ac365085724e5a299b260074Clayton looked up from the book he’d been reading at the proclamation.  Shutting the book, he set it on the shelf where it belonged.  Then, he climbed down from the ladder.  “It’s a library, Sheriff,” he said, smirking.  “They tend to be home to a great number of books.”

Brady frowned at him and then looked around at the books once again.  “Have you read all of these books, Clay?” he asked.

Stifling a laugh, Clayton shook his head.  “The point isn’t that I have read all of these books and I think everyone should,” he said, meeting the younger man’s eyes.  “It’s that… these are books that might be of interest to others.  I’ve read many books, but… not this many.  I couldn’t do that unless I read a book every day for the rest of my life.”

Hannah slipped into the library just then and nodded at the sheriff.  “Hello,” she said.  She smiled brightly at Clayton and said, “Good morning, Mr. Stamford.”

“Good day, Miss Adler,” Clayton said, giving her a warm smile of his own.  He returned his attention to Brady, as she began searching among the shelves for a particular book.

When Brady frowned, Clayton shrugged.  “Miss Adler reads a great deal about history,” he said.  “The books are organized by interest area.”

“Oh,” he said.  He frowned at Clayton.  “Do you have any… story books here?”

Even as Hannah was point absently in the direction of the type of book that Brady was asking about, Clayton was nodding.  “I have both more classical pieces and examples of current novels over here, Sheriff,” he said.

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