he sat down at his writing desk and removed his new pen from its plastic wrapping he remembered how to fill it from the view from saturday which he'd read as a kid it had been one of his favorite books he remembered the heart puzzle they completed the origin of the word posh and most of all his fourth-grade teacher ms mrs he could never remember samovar he smiled as he opened the lid on the ink well he'd just bought he dipped his pen in the inkwell screwed the converter piston up and watched as nothing entered the chamber he screwed it back down and up again while dipping the nib more deeply into the ink well he watched as again nothing filled the capsule he screwed it down a third time his thumb knocked the inkwell over somehow by accident as he swore stood up and away from the table and went into the house proper for paper towels he resolved to buy a typewriter