A World Apart (The Hands of Time: book 3)
““It’s a good likeness. I think it will help. Let’s take it to the print shop now. Maybe they can even print it today if they’re not too busy. How many copies do you think we might need?” Alec rolled up the drawing into a tube and tied it with a piece of string to prevent it from getting creased. Valerie hadn’t thought of that. How many copies did they need? Should they start small or plaster the whole town with broadsheets? “Why don’t we ask for fifty and then see if we need more later?” she suggested. Alec nodded, already rising from the bench, the rolled-up drawing under his arm. Valerie took a last gulp of her coffee before following Alec outside. The print shop had been right next to the Post Office and as they passed by earlier, it seemed to be empty. Hopefully, it wasn’t closed. They walked to the print shop, feeling marginally more hopeful than they had in the past few days. Valerie couldn’t help noticing how many boys Finn’s age passed her in the street. From ...a distance, so many of them could have been her son. How many people actually paid attention to their facial features enough to recognize them from a broadsheet? Her spirits sank somewhat, but she refused to allow herself to pursue such thoughts. All it took was one person to recognize Finn. A bell tinkled as they walked into the shop. The scarred wooden counter was cluttered with tracts and pamphlets scattered randomly, their topics varying greatly. A strong smell of ink wafted from the back and the steady thump of the printing press could be heard coming from the back room. Several faded broadsheets hung on the wall, more to illustrate the different types of print rather than to actually announce something. A heavyset, balding man came out in response to the bell. His glasses were sliding down his nose, his forehead glistening with perspiration. He wiped his hands on the leather apron tied around his rotund belly, smiling at them pleasantly. “Good afternoon, sir, ma’am. How can I be of service?” The man pushed up his glasses, leaving an inky smudge on his nose. “We were interested in printing some broadsheets.” Valerie handed the drawing to the man, who examined it closely.MoreLess
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