What a difference a few years make
Dec. 1st, 2005 04:21 pmHe stands up from his computer. His neck makes a soft popping as he rolls it. His fingers clench and unclench. He walks through the building and stand at the window, a mug of tea in his hand. Outside night has fallen over the city, twinkling lights blink and flicker in the old part of the city.
He takes a long drink from his mug. He takes a longer breath and lets it out.
And he smiles. Contentedly.
He takes a long drink from his mug. He takes a longer breath and lets it out.
And he smiles. Contentedly.