Eric Livingston sat comfortably in an old wooden rocking chair. He most often preferred the recliner on the other side of the living room sofa, but the rocking chair was essential to his plan. He rocked back then forth. The wooden chair creaked and cracked softly, precisely matching Eric's rocking motion. The sound didn't bother him in the least.
The attractive man in his mid-20's picked up an object from the side table on his right as he continued to rock. It was a pocket watch, tarnished but audibly ticking. He unclasped the cover and consulted the antique timepiece. The faint glow of a fire in the hearth illuminating the face of the watch, Eric confirmed that midnight was fast approaching.
She would be walking through the door at any moment...
Last edited by alan230 : 11-07-2012 at 10:11 PM.