Inkwells were filled
by Janice; she was
the ink monitor for
the week. I was never
chosen for the task,
much to my relief,
but there were those
who raised their hands
enthusiastically for
the job, but I kept mine
firmly out of sight
beneath the desk.
Janice did the job
with dedication and
a serious mien; her
fair hair tied back by
ribbons; her slim fingers
engaged at the task
of filling the inkwells,
her tongue poking out
the side of her mouth
in deep concentration.
Last week Fred Pratt
did the job; I didnt
watch him at all.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC
Inkwells were filled
by Janice; she was
the ink monitor for
the week. I was never
chosen for the task,
much to my relief,
but there were those
who raised their hands
enthusiastically for
the job, but I kept mine
firmly out of sight
beneath the desk.
Janice did the job
with dedication and
a serious mien; her
fair hair tied back by
ribbons; her slim fingers
engaged at the task
of filling the inkwells,
her tongue poking out
the side of her mouth
in deep concentration.
Last week Fred Pratt
did the job; I didnt
watch him at all.
A boy watches a girl fill inkwells in London in 1956.
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