SN100 Challenge #157: Random Wikipedia entry (Alphabet, Alphabets) - The Dyslexicon of Love
The Dyslexicon of Love
Casey's always been good with words. He's clear, concise, direct; he says what he means, and (mostly) means what he says.
There's one thing, though, that he wants - no, needs - to say, for which, it seems, there are no words. The ABC falls short; he might as well try alpha, beta, gamma or, given the nature of the problem, aleph, bet … whatever. Even the ancient language of Akkadian can't save him now.
He has no problem starting the sentence: "Danny, I - " He must've said it a million times. But what comes next?
That, Casey fears, he will never learn.
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Casey's always been good with words. He's clear, concise, direct; he says what he means, and (mostly) means what he says.
There's one thing, though, that he wants - no, needs - to say, for which, it seems, there are no words. The ABC falls short; he might as well try alpha, beta, gamma or, given the nature of the problem, aleph, bet … whatever. Even the ancient language of Akkadian can't save him now.
He has no problem starting the sentence: "Danny, I - " He must've said it a million times. But what comes next?
That, Casey fears, he will never learn.
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