[100 days of 100 words] 37/100 More musing

She is the entryway, she will get me inside. She doesn’t know just how, yet, and if I play it right, she never will. It might be like a strange dream she had, where she was suddenly not herself, not the woman she had been. She may hate her job, but she’d never try to blow up the building. Would she?

Shall I do it when everyone is there? Or when most people have gone home? Is it only the symbol that I’m after, or the people inside the symbol, the ones who make the symbol run?

Time will tell.

Oh, all right!

I still need to post my answers to the questions meme, but this intrigues me, too:

Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don't blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, thoughts on yaoi, favorite type of underwear, graphic techniques, etc. Repost in your own journal if you are so inclined.