Ogleo peaked through the crack of his bedroom door. He heard his mother’s door to her bedroom close for the night and the faint click of the light switch turn off. He stepped out into the hall, flashlight in hand and proceeded on his nightly ritual to his father’s great library occasionally shocking himself from the static electricity he caused by his socks rubbing against the recently steamed carpet. Of course, his mother knew where he was going and he knew that she knew. It was all a part of a ritual with the finale coming at 6:30 each morning where she would find him in his fathers leather recliner fast asleep with any number of books lying about him.

She gently placed each book back on a cart and laid a marker between the pages whispering to herself, “he’s made it to the C’s”. She looked around the room and held back a tear, this room still brought her eyes to water even three years since Ogleos’ father passed. It belonged to her son now and he was bound and determined to read every book in this room, even the encyclopedias.

This story is logical for naturally, a boy would try to emulate his father but with Ogleo as with all things he did, his motives ran deeper than just the obvious. Even as a small boy he would visit his father in the library where it seemed these books were calling to him begging to be opened, to be read, to be understood… begging for someone to unlock all the knowledge between their pages. So Ogleo took up the task and spent all his free time reading these volumes page by page. In his quest, his nightly trek became for his imagination a gate to a mystic land. Whether it was a quest for buried treasure, searching for a great white whale with Starbuck and Capt. Ahab, or trying to understand Einstein’s ‘Theory of Relativity“, Ogleo was under a spell, wanting to know everything and in the process unlock secrets that others only dreamed about.

©jc2019-9… Images courtesy of Pixabay

4 thoughts on “Ogleo

  1. A touching story about a little boy’s hunger both to emulate his father and to learn. I recognise the trick with the torch as I used that myself as a girl. However, my book ( or books) were secured in bed and read under a soft cover.

    The yearning to learn is powerful in those who feel it and can’t be extinguished. So we go on reading and studying as long as we live.


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