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Carefully, with gloves on, I place the cheap, disposable phone into a clear plastic bag. I take the knife from the hob, it's blade glowing dully in the half light of the evening, and use it's heat to seal the bag shut around the phone. It's important that there is no way to trace it to me, no DNA evidence left behind.
Back to the hob, I gently stir the liquid in the large stock pot, being careful not to displace any onto the hob itself. Despite using the largest pot I could find, it's still dangerously full. With the greatest of care, the liquid is spooned laboriously into small bottles about 10 centimetres high, each capped with a small immersion heater. Strapped to the side of each of the bottles are the bare bones of another disposable phone, wired into the heater. At the moment, the phones are off; after all, safety first.
At my laptop, I peruse the map I have already committed to memory, running through the route in my mind for the thousandth time. Lobby (bin); hallway (plant); bathroom (cistern); office (ventilation); elevator (up one floor); second hallway (bin); break room (cupboard); stairwell (up three floors); balcony (don't jump). Carefully, I close all the open files, delete them from the memory stick, remove it, and smash it under foot.
"Whoops."
Time for bed.
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"Mornin'!" the guard at the office. He always was too cheery for my tastes. I smile politely, and throw what appears to be an old sandwich packet into the bin.
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The wind is in my face. I take a long draw on my cigarette, and toss the butt over the balcony. I make the call, tear open the plastic bag, and let the phone fall to the alleyway below. Unsurprisingly, it smashes.
Back to the hob, I gently stir the liquid in the large stock pot, being careful not to displace any onto the hob itself. Despite using the largest pot I could find, it's still dangerously full. With the greatest of care, the liquid is spooned laboriously into small bottles about 10 centimetres high, each capped with a small immersion heater. Strapped to the side of each of the bottles are the bare bones of another disposable phone, wired into the heater. At the moment, the phones are off; after all, safety first.
At my laptop, I peruse the map I have already committed to memory, running through the route in my mind for the thousandth time. Lobby (bin); hallway (plant); bathroom (cistern); office (ventilation); elevator (up one floor); second hallway (bin); break room (cupboard); stairwell (up three floors); balcony (don't jump). Carefully, I close all the open files, delete them from the memory stick, remove it, and smash it under foot.
"Whoops."
Time for bed.
-
"Mornin'!" the guard at the office. He always was too cheery for my tastes. I smile politely, and throw what appears to be an old sandwich packet into the bin.
-
The wind is in my face. I take a long draw on my cigarette, and toss the butt over the balcony. I make the call, tear open the plastic bag, and let the phone fall to the alleyway below. Unsurprisingly, it smashes.
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Field Trip
Stella had never been on a field trip before. Nothing fun like that ever happened at P.S. 103. Most days Stella’s school tablet sat untouched on her desk as she stared out the window, watching the usual red dust tumble over the horizon. But as she walked into class, she noticed a strange lady standing where Ms. Juno was supposed to be. This lady had a tight smile and looked funny. Not ugly or anything. Just too fancy for a Martian school in the boonies. More like a Starship Lady.
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Lexicon
I found my old dictionary today.
The new one is sleek, modern. A quietly efficient affair.
No room for unwieldy clunk, like sentimentn. refined or tender emotion; manifestation of the higher or more refined feelings. or levity n. lightness of mind, character, or behavior; lack of appropriate seriousness or earnestness..
This old one, though, is well worn. Hazel green cover with a hint of blue.
Cracks abound, tangling in the weather loved pages. Nebulae pour through them, eviscerating the mundane with the profundity of it all.
Rust curls up in its crevices, stealing away the remorseless taste of time. I found the notes in the side, the ones w
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Bit of a deviation in style for me, probably not my best work, but it was fun to write.
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