[3CH] 100 Words - Professional Courtesy
May. 22nd, 2009 01:33 pmWritten 2/06/09
This is a cruel parody of my profession, I think.
Sure, when on the job, I like to record my subjects. Actions, mannerisms, words.
But there's something sinister about those six eyes, blinking. And those raptor claws curled around a mechanical pencil, resting on a reporter's notebook.
I've looked over my shoulder, but he can't possibly be interested in these bare concrete walls. His focus lies on me.
I take a step backwards, trying to slowly extricate myself from the scritching of his pencil and the swishing of his tail on the dirty floor.
And I wonder if now is a good time to ask him what he's writing.
A mutant raptor observes a journalist in a deserted corridor.
This is a cruel parody of my profession, I think.
Sure, when on the job, I like to record my subjects. Actions, mannerisms, words.
But there's something sinister about those six eyes, blinking. And those raptor claws curled around a mechanical pencil, resting on a reporter's notebook.
I've looked over my shoulder, but he can't possibly be interested in these bare concrete walls. His focus lies on me.
I take a step backwards, trying to slowly extricate myself from the scritching of his pencil and the swishing of his tail on the dirty floor.
And I wonder if now is a good time to ask him what he's writing.
A mutant raptor observes a journalist in a deserted corridor.