Savros
He had made this. It was his.
The admiration of his work made him feel a warmth inside. Similar to a first kiss. Or a drop of sunlight on a crisp autumn day. Or the feeling of joy that accompanies fulfilling a great life milestone.
He had made this. It was his.
It was now time to wipe.
He barked out the command at the top his lungs. He was easily the most impressive figure on the site. With hulking shoulders and an ogre-like brow he could easily command the respect of any of his workers.
He was a boisterous man. He was a simple man. He was Bob.
Hear Bob roar.
There was a slight crack of sunlight peeking in through the window. The drapes were slightly ajar in an unintended fashion. The way they hung was beautiful in its accidental nature.
The sun drifting in seemed as lazy as the afternoon. The small slit of light seemed representative of the day itself. I love lazy Sundays.
The car veered dangerously close to the curb as it screeched around the corner. The tires on the left side lifted ever so slightly as the powerful g-forces overtook them.
The hijacker craned his neck in distress to see how far back his pursuers were. They were gaining.
It was over for him. The worst decision of his life was reaching its apex. This was oddly comforting.
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