A Man and Two Pens

It took me a while to realize why he gave me the pen. I was walking home in a dream half-forgotten where I was. Going up the street I never realized what was about to happen. As I walked, I slowly anticipated a man beside me. He seemed to move in cut up fashion, a haphazard screwy feeling was about him. He jumbled a pen from out of his jacket pocket. Short thing, overall. Kind of reminiscent of those green laser pointers. Heavy, and silverish.

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