Five-minute fiction - 00:49-00:54
‘It’s about perspective,’ Adderly said sitting down at the desk. ‘Everything, when you get right down to the nitty-gritty, is about perspective.’
‘How do you figure?’ Samson said taking the seat opposite the desk and withdrawing his pipe. He packed the pipe, methodically, his eyes never leaving Adderly who spun slowly in the chair.
‘Well, I suppose,’ he began. ‘Yes, take smoking for example. That is an excellent device.To you smoking is a joyous moment, a break in the otherwise dreary day. But to others, smoking could be an annoyance,’ Adderly finished and with one smooth action withdrew the pistol from where it hung, holstered, on the chair.
Samson froze, a tendril of smoke coiling slowly from the bowl of his pipe.
Several tense seconds past before Samson, detecting the joke, smiled. ‘Good joke, Add, you had me worried for a moment there.
*
Birds leapt from their roosts in the trees, scattering to the four winds…
‘It’s about perspective,’ Adderly said sitting down at the desk. ‘Everything, when you get right down to the nitty-gritty, is about perspective.’
‘How do you figure?’ Samson said taking the seat opposite the desk and withdrawing his pipe. He packed the pipe, methodically, his eyes never leaving Adderly who spun slowly in the chair.
‘Well, I suppose,’ he began. ‘Yes, take smoking for example. That is an excellent device.To you smoking is a joyous moment, a break in the otherwise dreary day. But to others, smoking could be an annoyance,’ Adderly finished and with one smooth action withdrew the pistol from where it hung, holstered, on the chair.
Samson froze, a tendril of smoke coiling slowly from the bowl of his pipe.
Several tense seconds past before Samson, detecting the joke, smiled. ‘Good joke, Add, you had me worried for a moment there.
*
Birds leapt from their roosts in the trees, scattering to the four winds…
