He sighed, leaning back with a look of thoughtful contemplation, then returned to the manuscript.
Another smoked beside the window, reading, brows furrowed.
She watched them eagerly, eyes gleaming with anticipation.
“Well?” someone said.
A moment of silence dawned with the sun, pregnant with effort, skill, and no little amount of divine inspiration.
Reviving the 55 Word Challenge from my old Storiesmania days. Prompt was “Perfection”, by L-.