[Eleanor]: 668.Contest entries.Five Words.May 2007

It was now several hours since the enraged inventor had pointed the sinister-looking gadget at his inept assistant, and the hapless young man no longer shrank as rapidly as he had at first. His toes were still sore from where he had stubbed them against a boulder-sized sugar crystal that had landed on the table when the professor assaulted him, and he sat down to rest next to a dried drop of ink, in reality no larger than the dot of an “i”, but to him an immense puddle of blue-black darkness.