Jan 19, 2006 21:16
Kronos was at his desk organizing paperwork when he noticed the business card haphazardly tucked under his snow globe of the Twin Towers that he used as a paperweight. He looked at it and sat back, trying to put a face to the name. "Korda. André Korda. Oh yeah! Korda. The guy that seemed so interested in my experiments." He leaned forward with a smirk and nodded. He knew there was a reason he kept the card. Ripping a blank page from his lab notebook, he began to write.
Dear Mr. Korda,
He looked at it and bit the pen. Then he crumbled the paper and tossed it aside. He tore another sheet off and began again.
Korda:
You gave me your business card and said you were a man of science and interested in my work. I'm at a critical stage in my work and I'd like to talk with you.
Kronos
He folded the paper in half and placed it in a Fed Ex envelope. Then he addressed it and tossed it in his out-box.
korda,
collective,
theatrical muse