100 words: Steal
1/14/07
100 words: “Steal”
He glanced up at the woman, but found that he could not quite look her in the eye. His head lowered, and his hands fidgeted nervously in his lap, stomach tilting and churning. He didn’t understand why it always happened. He just had to do it. Like scratching an itch, it couldn’t be ignored. He glanced at the items on the desk. I don’t need them, or want them, really. He just had to take them. He always had to take them. The woman picked up the telephone as tears spilled onto his cheeks. I’m sorry. I just had to.
100 words: “Steal”
He glanced up at the woman, but found that he could not quite look her in the eye. His head lowered, and his hands fidgeted nervously in his lap, stomach tilting and churning. He didn’t understand why it always happened. He just had to do it. Like scratching an itch, it couldn’t be ignored. He glanced at the items on the desk. I don’t need them, or want them, really. He just had to take them. He always had to take them. The woman picked up the telephone as tears spilled onto his cheeks. I’m sorry. I just had to.