Mask

It sat on my kitchen table staring at me with its hollow eyes. I think I spent so much time looking at the thing it started to really do my head in. The culmination of a lot of hard to find kit and waking up on the kitchen floor with soldering iron in hand.

To put it mildly I was wholly unimpressed, it'll make me look like a right dick. The bloody thing didn't even look like it did anything.

My mobile rang, it was Geoff. I answered relieved to have some other presence in the room. The conversation was short and sweet (as always), off down the pub. Not round here though I'm either getting bugged by losers or watching my back. Naaa I think King Cross way, for a few. I'll leave that thing here for another night.

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