Interlude

Mr Hinds turned to Mr Pears.  “What time is it, Mr Pears?”

Mr Pears said nothing, but suddenly the lenses of his spectacles changed from translucent to opaque as each one displayed a clock face, with the hands pointed at ten minutes past ten.

Mr Hinds turned away to face the station platform, placing his hands at the small of his back as the lenses of the spectacles flashed back into transparency.  “It is nearly time, Mr Pears.”

Mr Pears stayed silent, implacable as always, his face expressionless, eyes staring out into the middle distance, focussing on nothing at all.

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About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using Stumbleupon.com, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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11 Responses to Interlude

  1. Mike says:

    A chilling tale. What are Mr Pears & Mr Hinds up to?

  2. zookyworld says:

    I like the mysterious feel of this… these two are certainly up to something on the station platform, and our imagination’s have to run with it.

  3. perhaps the world will change? or simply we must create our own story from your intriguing beginning.. 🙂

  4. OK. I am intrigued by this…not sure whether they are villainous or heroic, or simply an “odd couple” blundering their way through an adventure, but I would loooooove to know more about this concept. 🙂

  5. sjp says:

    I am thoroughly intrigued by the air of this Mr Pears… nice build up

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