It's the Little Things - 2

189 Daffodil Ave, December 30th, 2006, 10:00 PM

The night was quiet and cold, Markov was working on another one of his woodwork creations in his basement workspace. A windmill was waiting on a shelf behind him, a new hiding spot for the key to his apartment as he sold the one that was in the window that day and of course he retrieved the key prior to bagging that one.

There was a table to his left, and one to his right. On the table on the left were the fake donor cards that he had worked on a few weeks prior, there was still about 212 left and 12 of them were scattered upon the table. Some of the wood dust and chips had made their way over there and covered the cards.