Mary paused before accepting the fraudulent scrap of destiny. A bead of sweat formed on her sizable brow, slowly making its way to her widened eyes. She was racked with emotion...on one hand she was committing a crime, on the other hand she had an opportunity to take down the man she hated most.
But most of all, she had a chance to make Dan notice her. She pictured Dan, wearing his best blue suspenders and his freshly pressed white shirt. A small island of dark hair on a fine sea of gray reminding his viewers of his glory days. Dan would accept the forgery willingly. Excitedly. He may even smile. And he would say, "This is fine work Mary. Perhaps you and I could work together on your next assignment."
A girlish tingle ran down her spine. And she enjoyed it like a heroin addict taking his first hit after a long stint in prison. She couldn't help herself.
She took the paper. She turned away and ran...
Pssst..whose Mary?