Domino-centric. The rest should fall into place from there. This was for a challenge on the word 'wondering',
So I sat there at the desk, poised as though I was going to start writing. I even had my hand out as if there was a pen twined in my fingers and paper to write things on.
But no words came. Nothing flowed across a page, nothing came to my lips.
It was amazing, really, what he had done. He had accomplished something that no one else had. He alone had that designation. It had taken years, and many attempts at it by others, and he did it the first time.
So many other words could have described it, but 'amazing' was the only one I could summon, and it sat silently in my mind, tunneling its way through my thoughts to the point where I couldn't have a thought without it.
It was amazing.
Amazing how he could live two lives for so long, one as the loyal agent and the other as the revolutionary.
Amazing how he gained access to our leader's office with such simple words.
Amazing how he thought nothing of firing over and over again until the blood soaked so deeply into the carpet that the floor underneath was red.
Amazing how he caught me in the hallway outside our room and talked to me as though nothing was wrong.
Amazing how he went for his gun again.
Amazing how he forgot he was out of bullets.
But the most amazing part was how he begged for mercy. How he expected it after what he had done. How he thought that I would let him get away with it.
He lay outside the open door as I remained at the desk. People who hadn't yet heard of the Boss' death gathered in puzzlement, with one demanding to know what had happened.
But all I could tell them was that it was amazing.