Tuesday, January 4, 2011

The Mechanical Pencil


She stood on the fringe of the room holding a notebook and mechanical pencil. She waited while all the chairs filled up biding her time, clicking and retracting the lead of her pencil. When the lights dimmed and the presentation began she slid into the chair behind him. She clicked her pencil one last time and jabbed it into his neck where she knew the drug would work its' magic. She silently slid from her seat as the man in front of her slowly slumped over, she was out the doors and on the way to her car before he even hit the floor.

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