Numbers - Jezebel

He traced the numbers with his fingertips feverishly, eyes flickering wildly back and forth amongst the dark ink symbols. He tapped them rhythmically, fingers flying between the numbers like a gazelle on the run.

She watched him curiously as the pads of his fingers made a pattern of the ink - 4, 9, 3, 7, 2, 1, and then cycle.

The numbers were etched like the silhouette of trees against a sunset, dark and meaningful.

"It's a message," she realized aloud, astonished.

The End

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