Five-Minute fiction - 23:57-00:02
that would prove to be a problem. The check took about thirty seconds, and was about one three-hundredth of the cost of employing an actual lawyer. The woman looked from him to the device sand back, her face twisting in a quizzical expression of incomprehension. Thrope smiled, waited for the device to beep and then safely stowed it away in his pocket.
Where do I sign? he said.
Right, the woman said. She pulled a series of documents out of the same bag that had held her personal computer and slipped them onto the desk. She withdrew a pen from somewhere inside her suit jacket and presented it to him.
It was ornately made, a mixture of polished wood, and some form of metal. Thrope snapped the cap off and was surprised to see the diamond-shaped point of a fountain pen staring back at him. The expense of the pen paled in comparison to the cost of the ink it used. Owning such a device was not so much a mark of status, but using one was. He pulled
that would prove to be a problem. The check took about thirty seconds, and was about one three-hundredth of the cost of employing an actual lawyer. The woman looked from him to the device sand back, her face twisting in a quizzical expression of incomprehension. Thrope smiled, waited for the device to beep and then safely stowed it away in his pocket.
Where do I sign? he said.
Right, the woman said. She pulled a series of documents out of the same bag that had held her personal computer and slipped them onto the desk. She withdrew a pen from somewhere inside her suit jacket and presented it to him.
It was ornately made, a mixture of polished wood, and some form of metal. Thrope snapped the cap off and was surprised to see the diamond-shaped point of a fountain pen staring back at him. The expense of the pen paled in comparison to the cost of the ink it used. Owning such a device was not so much a mark of status, but using one was. He pulled