Dusk filtered in through the window of Minister McGinley's study, deepening the room's shadows. The outside world was losing its colour and becoming less distinct in the failing evening light and soon night would fall, and outside would become blind, a black void guarded from inside the house by a pair of parted curtains.
McGinley stood beside his desk, his one hand toying with the drawer handle. His face was blank; there was no telling what his next move would be.
Mickey O'Donohue rose and stepped towards the Minister. If he could, slowly, gently, remove the gun from the drawer...
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Now I’m all tense too. Great story Drew. Can’t wait for the next chapterette. :-)
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
...or two!
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
(Inscrutable?)
Drew Martyn over 2 years ago
Thanks Neville. Bugger it, you're right, and now corrected :)
Christopher over 2 years ago
Great description of nightfall.
Drew Martyn over 2 years ago
Thanks Christopher, and - again - welcome back :)