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The paperweight lay in his palm, cool and impossibly heavy. Ken stared down at the exquisite pattern of flowers trapped in limpid glass. The gem of his grandfather's collection, now it was his. The rest were arranged on shelves by the window to catch the light. He thought about the hours he had spent as a boy in this room, on this sofa, his grandfather's hand stroking and stroking his hair. He stood, and cocked his arm with a pitcher's grace. The ball connected with a dull thud. As the old man toppled over, Ken was already out the door.

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    Horrorshow almost 10 years ago

    Good stuff. Well worth a vote. :-)

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    D.M. almost 10 years ago

    "Impossibly heavy" is a great phrase right from the start! Sets it up well.

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