Midnight. Evil Editor grumbled to himself at these times for secret meetings. He was thinking the man had better show, when the door to his office crept open and a man in uniform stood, gun in hand.
"Colonel."
"Evil," said the man, scanning the office. He sat in the chair before the desk but did not holster the gun.
"We want you to do another writing exercise."
"Go on," said Evil Editor.
The Colonel drew a piece of paper from a coat pocket and unfolded it like a man who was unused to dealing with ...
Published on August 01, 2010 07:00