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

[kitchen_kink]

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.