He had had every intention of reading every single one of the books acquired and placed ready to read on that desk. He had had every intention of using that desk to write following the study of those books. But now he was a tower builder. Both in his silent study and the playroom full of the clicks and clacks of Duplo being built ever higher until the inevitable collapse.
“One day,” he would often say to the books as he had a look and adjusted the tower to make it safer, playing his endless game of tsundoku.
One day…
Presumably written for Friday Fictioneers from a picture prompt but not published at the time (April 2024).
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