click

*click*

i could hear it from where i was: two rows to the front, 8 seats to the right. *click* his thumb on the end of his pen, flicking the nib in and out. it was well-coordinated with the events in the room, the click only audible when someone spoke into the microphone. otherwise, he was silent.

but i heard it. i heard it because i searched the amalgamation of sound around me for evidence that he was near. there was no need for visual proof of his presence. it was sufficient to hear that…

*click*

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