The Fallen Pen

He took a piece of biscuit from the coconut cookies packet, put it in his mouth and flicked his fingers to dust off the small sticking baked particles. Along with that, his pen left his grip and went flying across the room. He hadn’t yet put down a word on paper – which shone blank white on his desk. But, he wasn’t more superstitious than he was lazy. His cupboard drawer was nearer to him than the pen on the floor, so he strained himself a bit, pushing the chair slightly towards the drawer and pulled out another one. Now there were seven left in the packet. Later in the evening, when he picked up the fallen pen, he found that the small ball at the top of its tip was deformed. The pen now only wrote at a certain angle.