The shortcut’s this way
He was cutting through a thicket of scrub brush, looking for a shortcut back to the main path, when he nearly ran into him. They both froze, a moment of startled silence…
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A binding agreement
The final pen stroke was slow and deliberate. It scratched across the paper, a sound that carried the weight of years of negotiation. With a soft click, the pen was set down. The other man, who had been waiting, picked up his own pen. He added his signature, his hand steady and quick…
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Give me your hand
The fire crackled, sending sparks into the silent dark. He didn’t speak much, just watched the flames dance… After a long while, his gaze shifted from the fire to me…
Hands up, detective
The detective’s hands rose slowly… “Time to search you.” A cold, firm hand patted his jacket, moving down his sides with practiced efficiency. The rustle of clothes, the pressure on his ribs. The voice returned, closer this time, a cold breath against his ear. “Do you have anything on you?”
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We’ll go slowly
“It’s alright,” the doctor said, his voice soft but steady. “I know this can be unsettling, but you’re in control here. You can examine me first if you like. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” He pulled a chair closer, gesturing for the patient to sit. “We’ll go slowly, together, and I can tell you to stop at any time.”
For a moment
The apartment was still full of the comfortable clutter of a morning spent together, books on the table and glasses by the window. “One more time before you go,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. The guest ran a hand through his hair, a small, nervous gesture. For a moment, neither of them moved.
Show was about to begin
Long after the last echo of the crowd had faded, the lights remained. The public performance was over, but the real show was about to begin. No one was there to watch as the silent, unscripted moment unfolded between them, a quiet performance just for two.
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Dramatic effect
Now, now, let’s not make this difficult. I’ve gone to all this trouble to set up our little stage here. The ropes, the gag… it’s all for dramatic effect, you understand. You can’t speak your clever little hero lines, can you? That’s the beauty of it. For once, you just have to be silent…
Air breeze on the skin
The air carries the scent of salt and distance, a kind of clean that feels both vast and immediate. It’s a quiet rush of life over every pore, a reminder of space and openness.
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