Five-Minute fiction - 00:05-00:10
Cresa looked from the stack of papers as the door slid open. Three men stood framed in its opening, backlit by the soft DayGlow bulbs that illuminated the foyer. He knew two of them on sight, silhouette and all but the third man was unfamiliar. The height and body shape denoted someone of considerable stature, both physical and economic as the former had been affirmed the latter. The three men slipped into the room, moving hesitantly in the semi-darkness that Cresa preferred to work in.
Lights, illumination one, Cresa said setting the sheets of paper he was holding down onto the stacks that littered his desk. The lights, responding to his voice command, brightened to ambient levels great enough to provide navigable illumination. He knew the third man at once. Welcome, Senator Northcott, please excuse the mess, the cleaning service, while miracle workers is unable to
Cresa looked from the stack of papers as the door slid open. Three men stood framed in its opening, backlit by the soft DayGlow bulbs that illuminated the foyer. He knew two of them on sight, silhouette and all but the third man was unfamiliar. The height and body shape denoted someone of considerable stature, both physical and economic as the former had been affirmed the latter. The three men slipped into the room, moving hesitantly in the semi-darkness that Cresa preferred to work in.
Lights, illumination one, Cresa said setting the sheets of paper he was holding down onto the stacks that littered his desk. The lights, responding to his voice command, brightened to ambient levels great enough to provide navigable illumination. He knew the third man at once. Welcome, Senator Northcott, please excuse the mess, the cleaning service, while miracle workers is unable to