A stretch

I threw the folder into the drawer… I stood motionless in my chair and looked at the title in black letters: “Flickersight”… I considered picking it back out but I waved the idea away. I looked up and saw her standing at the door. Her silhouette was chiselled sharply by the hallway’s light. I stood up to greet her.

Being Jill’s poke in the ribs it is unwise to remain silent for long. Otherwise she will just go back to hibernating and that is no fun, no fun at all!

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