Poorly Drawn Lines by Reza Farazmand for November 04, 2013
Transcript:
For hours I sat there waiting for the creature. The one that taps on my window each night. But when I raced outside to confront the beast... I found no creature at all. Just the wind playing tricks with a loose shutter. So now I rest and regain my strength. For tomorrow I will kill the wind.
Just swap the knife for a screwdriver and go for the easier option.