Tom-Pen
Mysterious Writer
Sitting upon a wooden bench, rightly placed in the large park across from my office, I enjoyed a twenty minute lunch break watching the many park goers out and about. One man who walked with a silent determination caught my attention. He wore a black suit, nicely fitted, and had very stylish, square lens, sun-glasses. His dark hair was slicked back and combed. In his right hand he carried a small black briefcase. I thought for a minute about him and then came to the conclusion that he was a secret agent, and the contents of his briefcase were most certainly top secret and likely to be quite dangerous.
Why would he be here in the park? He is meeting someone, another agent perhaps. The man walked on and then slowed his pace as he neared me, oh God, he is going to sit down right next to me, and he did. As he sat down and rested the briefcase on his lap he turned and looked directly at me, I quickly looked away in fear and panic.
I grew uneasy where I sat and began to fidget. Their could be a bomb in that briefcase, no doubt that's what it is. I was sure I could hear it ticking away from inside the briefcase. My heart pounded in my chest and I started to breath fast and deep. The man looked at me concernedly and slid as far away from me as he could while staying on the bench, he was probably worried I could hear the bomb.
Where is the other agent? I looked around in every direction but no one who fit the image of an agent was around, save for the man I now shared a parkbench with. The man shifted in his seat and looked down at the briefcase on his lap, then he took a quick look around and popped the latches open. He was going to open it. But without the other agent? Unless, he wasn't meeting another agent, he was detonating the bomb! This was it, it was all over for me now. The man opened the case and I turned away, sinking down in my seat, eyes closed tightly as I waited for the imminent end.
But then nothing happened, I relaxed a little and slowly turned to see what was holding up the detonation of the bomb. The man was sitting with the open briefcase on his lap; it's contents were, a turkey sandwich, soda, and a low-fat yogurt. The man was looking at me with the same concerning look as he picked up the sandwich and took a bite.
I checked my watch and saw my twenty minutes were up, so I crossed the street and headed back to work.
Why would he be here in the park? He is meeting someone, another agent perhaps. The man walked on and then slowed his pace as he neared me, oh God, he is going to sit down right next to me, and he did. As he sat down and rested the briefcase on his lap he turned and looked directly at me, I quickly looked away in fear and panic.
I grew uneasy where I sat and began to fidget. Their could be a bomb in that briefcase, no doubt that's what it is. I was sure I could hear it ticking away from inside the briefcase. My heart pounded in my chest and I started to breath fast and deep. The man looked at me concernedly and slid as far away from me as he could while staying on the bench, he was probably worried I could hear the bomb.
Where is the other agent? I looked around in every direction but no one who fit the image of an agent was around, save for the man I now shared a parkbench with. The man shifted in his seat and looked down at the briefcase on his lap, then he took a quick look around and popped the latches open. He was going to open it. But without the other agent? Unless, he wasn't meeting another agent, he was detonating the bomb! This was it, it was all over for me now. The man opened the case and I turned away, sinking down in my seat, eyes closed tightly as I waited for the imminent end.
But then nothing happened, I relaxed a little and slowly turned to see what was holding up the detonation of the bomb. The man was sitting with the open briefcase on his lap; it's contents were, a turkey sandwich, soda, and a low-fat yogurt. The man was looking at me with the same concerning look as he picked up the sandwich and took a bite.
I checked my watch and saw my twenty minutes were up, so I crossed the street and headed back to work.
