P’s and Q’s

Via #Weekend Writing, #JusJoJan, #Sunday Photo, and #Daily Post prompt

“When I saw it, I couldn’t believe my eyes.  It was all true.” Myra Jean said later, “My worst fears about this intellectual wasteland were there in print.” She threw the newspaper onto the table with a snap in the empty dining room’s silence. Like the knight carved below the fireplace mantel, she set off for battle, striding two blocks to the newspaper office without a hat or a strategy. The door’s clanging bell announced her presence. Through a miasma of cigarette smoke, she saw a weary man in a green eyeshade behind an untidy stack of papers. When he looked up, the resignation in his worn young face deflated her a bit. She pushed on anyway. “Sir, your newspaper is riddled with typos. You’re in sore need of a proofreader.”

“Can’t afford one,” said Mr. Bascombe from behind his name plate.

“I’ll work for coffee,” said Myra Jean, “let’s see what you have.” She cleared a chair and sat down.


The title comes from the expression: “Mind your P’s and Q’s.


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