Worth a Thousand Words

By Ronneem

Studying the picture on his monitor, Blair sank into his office chair with a smirk. Moving quickly, he grabbed his mouse and carefully cropped it. Without the grisly body, the picture was perfect. He placed several sheets of photograph grade paper in the color printer and hit the print button.

His grin grew as he studied the results. Even the Major Crimes gang would be able to see the modern day allusion to the ancient allegory. Humming to the beat of his CD, he placed them in a folder and then in his backpack. And Jim said archetypes were hooey.


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