Friday, 5 July 2013

Footsteps to debauchery

Dear Friend, this is my experimentation post, a sketchpad of sorts. As such it is bound to change as often as I sketch, kindly bear with me and read the finished products above.

Prologue: End of the long wait

The incessant vibration eventually stirred me out my reverie. Slowly regaining my focus, I remembered that the call was expected at the half-hour mark. Not a minute before, not a minute after; precision was their mantra. Without turning my head or taking my feet off the pillow at the end of the rickety bed, I reached over and rummaged through the rumpled beddings till I located the phone. I pressed the accept button and put it to my ear.

"Hello!"

No response.