Temptation A drabble for 'fandangle' By Gumnut 7 Feb 2004

It sat on his desk, its presence distracting. It had been left by some careless airman who had no idea of the problem his simple neglect could cause.

It was watching him.

He tried to ignore it.

God, he tried.

He buried himself in paperwork attempting to shut out its existence, but with little success.

He could, of course, simply pick it up and throw it in the trash, or stash it away out of sight.

But, no, that would require him to touch it. And once he touched its smooth, soft surface he would be lost.

So it was still there.

Calling him.

Irresistible.

Damnit!

He placed his pen gently on the desk. He really couldn't afford this distraction, he did not have the time.

Or any excuse.

He looked vainly at the door, willing it to open, for someone to come and take the fandangle away.

It remained closed and silent.

And his bane remained.

His head fell into his hands.

For crying out loud, if Daniel found out, he'd never hear the end of it. That should be enough to stave off his urges.

But it wasn't.

His will was crushed under its presence.

Perhaps one. Just one.

He reached out a hand, touched the soft plastic.

And was ensnared.

His office was filled with the sounds of bursting plastic.

The bubblewrap had him.

********** FIN.