Let me know if it works, or not...(although i think you may need to be of a certain age)
He leans against the back wall of the locked room.
Despite the deep shadows, perspiration betrays where his crisp shirt touches the warm surface.
A patient man yet he’s relieved to hear the distant cheers rising, confirming that the wait is over.
It is time.
Opening the window, he looks down upon lines of foreshortened spectators, their limp flags confounded by the airless day.
As he tilts his head, a pearl of sweat creeps down his forehead, snagging in his eyebrow.
Inhaling, one eye closed, he focusses; peripheral pillbox pinks flickering as he curls his finger.
Exhaling, Lee Harvey reloads.
...spitting ions in the aether...
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