The Morrow Days vs. Libraries
"Saturday! Saturday!"
"What?" she slammed the book shut and glared at Monday. "Is something the matter?"
"We're in a library," he whimpered.
"Yes, I'm aware."
"Where're the others?"
"How should I know?" She turned back to her book, attempted to read it, and then sighed and turned back to Monday, who was still standing there. "What is it now?"
"We're in a library," he repeated.
"All right, and what's wrong with that?"
"There's lots of type here. Lots. What if the Will-"
"The Will has somehow been fulfilled, we were resurrected for who knows what reason (I sure hope not for some ridiculous fan fiction), and it's no longer an issue," Saturday retorted. "Now go read a picture book or something else tailored for your imbecile mind. Or even take a nap somewhere. I don't care."
The hurt, offended, and growingly tired Monday retreated and found Sunday in the gardening section of the library. "Aren't you worried about the Will?" he asked.
"No, not really," Sunday shrugged. "Do you think hibiscuses or irises would complement my roses better?"
"Uh, I don't know. Japanese maples?"
"Oh, Monday, you ARE a genius! Japanese maples to stand in my arboretum of roses, perfect brown sentinels…" Sunday smiled. "Now, I shall embark on a quest to find the perfect book detailing the care of Japanese maples."
"But I thought you already knew how to take care of Japanese maples."
"If I'm stuck in a library, I might as well read something I enjoy," Sunday replied.
"What're you reading there, Friday?" Wednesday asked.
"Oh, just this version of Twilight that's way racier. It's called Fifty Shades of Grey."
Wednesday gasped and grabbed the book out of Friday's hands. "You can't read that!"
Friday frowned, hands on hips. "And why NOT, pray tell?"
"It's inappropriate."
"Wednesday, with that goody-two-shoes attitude, you won't get anywhere in life. You have to let go, enjoy yourself a little. Otherwise you'll end up all sourpuss and stuck-up like Saturday, and even she knows when to have fun every now and then."
"But- but-"
"There you are!" Monday came to the rescue. "Wednesday, do you think the Will is here?"
"No," Wednesday and Friday both said at the same time. They turned and glared at each other. "Jinx!" More glaring. "Double jinx! Triple jinx! JINX FOR ALL ETERNITY!" Still speaking at the same time, their glares escalated to outright venomous attacks. If looks could kill…
"Guys-"
"WHAT?"
Monday threw his hands up in the air and groaned. "I give up. The Will have you both!"
Monday wasn't at all surprised when, at checkout, he saw Tuesday holding a pile of books with titles similar to Your Guide to the Stock Market and Get Rich Quick for Dummies. Rather, he was a bit caught off guard to see Thursday's stack: Self-Help: Anger is No Joke, Keys to Anger Management: Locking Your Anger Away, The Layman's Guide to Walking Past Wrath, and Anger Management for Dummies. "What's up with those?" Monday asked, and pointed.
Thursday grinned, embarrassed. "Oh, well… remember that incident where I got really mad at Marshall Dawn and hit her? She suggested I get some help. I got mad at the idea, so I hit her again, and now I'm thinking… she's right." He blushed. "She usually is."
"You got a crush or something?" Monday said, stifling a yawn.
"No, not like that! It's more of a… brotherly affection. Sure. Let's say that. Brotherly affection."
Saturday came up behind them and flourished her library card. "Start scanning, folks!"
"Aren't you checking out any books?" Monday inquired; she wasn't carrying any.
"Nope!" Saturday said. "The Lower House has a library of every book ever written. Rather than let you all see my insecurities spelled out in my book selection, I have taken the liberty of checking them out there."
"So why didn't the rest of us go there?" Friday asked, placing her books on the scanner.
"Because Monday asked me not to," Sunday answered, removing her copy of Fifty Shades of Grey. "You can't read this, Friday."
"Why not?"
"Because I am your superior, and I want your mind clear of such vulgar notions," Sunday replied. "Tell her, Saturday."
"Don't read it and save us a bunch of trouble," Saturday shrugged.
"Fine," Friday snorted, and placed it to the side. "Be that way."
Monday smiled. "Ah, we're all getting along much better than usually."
"We are," Sunday admitted. "No one's tried to kill someone else yet. I wonder why."
"Are you complaining?" Wednesday said, placing her sole book, Moby Dick, onto the scanner.
"Not at all," Sunday retreated. "I quite like it."
As they prepared to exit the library, Monday grinned. "No Will!"
"We TOLD you," groaned the other six in exasperation.
At that moment, a young girl ran past with her little brother, screaming, "WAIT UP, WILL!"
Monday gave a cry that sounded similar to, "It's found me!" and then passed out.
Or maybe he just fell asleep.
A/N: Not the best ending. I apologize. One of these days I'll figure out how to end short stories properly. Until then, though…