Mr. Fox

by Helen Oyeyemi

I was sitting in my study, writing badly, just making words on the page, waiting for something good to come through, some sentence I could keep.

Solitary people, these book lovers. I think it’s swell that there are people you don’t have to worry about when you don’t see them for a long time, you don’t have to wonder what they do, how they’re getting along with themselves. You just know that they’re all right, and probably doing something they like.