Post by Steve Newlin on Aug 7, 2009 17:17:46 GMT -5
Steve sat at his desk rifling through some of the days papers, it was only about 7am, but he was an early riser. His office was large, large enough for two king sized beds. The furniture was mainly pine and two of he was were decorated with pictures, one of his father and one of Jesus. If you were to walk through the doors of this office you would be facing a desk with a window the size of the wall. Of course this was all facing east so the room would light as the sun rose.
I think of everything. Steve smiled and looked up as he heard footsteps approach. It was just someone, a cleaner most likely, passing through, he nodded and smiled at her as she passed. As he bent his head back to his work an envelope caught his eye. Lifting the silver letter opener, one he had bought his father for his birthday he slid through the flap and careful sliced it open. He hoped he knew what it was, he was sure if it. In his hand he had what he had been waiting for, it seemed this day was going just has he had wanted it. He closed his eyes and prayed for everything he had been given and lamented at the evil in the world.
I think of everything. Steve smiled and looked up as he heard footsteps approach. It was just someone, a cleaner most likely, passing through, he nodded and smiled at her as she passed. As he bent his head back to his work an envelope caught his eye. Lifting the silver letter opener, one he had bought his father for his birthday he slid through the flap and careful sliced it open. He hoped he knew what it was, he was sure if it. In his hand he had what he had been waiting for, it seemed this day was going just has he had wanted it. He closed his eyes and prayed for everything he had been given and lamented at the evil in the world.
