ficlet: not the man you think he's for

[porphyre]

The door opens and a man walks in. (The beginning of a thousand stories.) Tall in a brown suit and tan shirt, his tawny eyes scan the room, glancing off strangers, trying to pick out a face. Dark shoes, no cufflinks, a tie close enough to straight to count. His fingers snag a drink off a passing tray and an intelligent smile slowly finds his face.

Comments

[chicazul]

Ooooooh...

[porphyre]

Instead I've always wanted to see one blow up. Apparently the top pops off like in a flour experiment.

You know that at least five people have died trying to snowboard down the sulpher piles on the nother shore, right?

Pace counts for something

[silver_notebook]

Sometimes, being animated is all it takes.

[porphyre]

...and I should not have had to guess, I should have recieved my own phonecall, and the world doesn't care about being fair, no matter how nice it thinks it's being.