The Raid
Knocks on the door. The guard opens to check on us. To see if the desks need light fixtures.
She leaves. Leaves the door open.
Run.
Quick. Before she reaches the den.
A quick dash before the elevator reaches. Four hands shoot out. And four legs run.
Her laugh rings behind us.
We are out of sight. And with us so is the treasure.
The feast begins. :-)
6 comments:
Unfortunately, this one's gone completely over my head! :-(((
Same wit me!! What was that neighbour? :)
@all
this is a very high context story.. only those present wud have understood it. but i just felt like writing it in its own convoluted way. :-)
he he... i can totally imagine the scene.... i've done the same thing a coupla times myself.... ha ha... terri shud c this!
@rupsha
the treasure wud disappear if she did!
hey... dont think i quite understand...
or it is meant to be that way.. ?
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