Young Writers Echapters

My Eddie
Adrian Brooks
“Tape?
Check.
We can’t run out of tape now, can we? That would not be
splendid. Not at all. Thank God he always kept some around. My
Eddie; ever so handy.
There’s always something that needs fixing. A creak in the
floorboards, a misplaced bolt, maybe even a rickety fence if he can
scrounge up enough. But he always had enough. Enough to fix
anything, really. Well, most things. I mean, not that. Who could?
There isn’t enough tape in the world to fix that. …”