New Non-Fiction in progress... "Power in the Shadows"

Phil took his hand-held pads and began to walk with his saunter-like slow stroll type pace. As he moved towards me, he took his right padded hand and put the tip of the pad to just under his nose. He carried his left padded hand and held it to his chest. Phil closed his eyes as he did all this simultaneously, and with his eyes almost looking like either a long held blink. Or what he thought I understood. But now he had to explain this me. It was just short of an eyeroll. Which I knew was not aimed at me. It was because even Phil hated the idea that people could be so ill-willed and callous, to someone that never aimed harm in their direction. Yet, he saw how I was perceived. He got it. Phil really did.

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