And now for something different...

After getting bored of my usual self-introspective entries, I came home from work today and wrote the following:

Creak. The door opened slightly, paused a moment, and then quickly opened just enough to for a thin man with graying hair to slip in.
     "Sorry I'm late," he said, and slipped into a chair, making a nonchalant attempt to push his wind-blown hair into place as he sat down.
     Every eye in the room was upon him. The well-built, immaculately dressed man standing at the front of the room coughed nervously. "Ahem, and who might you be?"
     The thin man stared quizzically back. "What, they didn't tell you?"
     "They? Tell me what?"
     One of the more heavy-set of those around the table interjected, "Listen, you're not supposed to be here. What room number are you looking for?"
     "Oh, any room will do. This one suits me just fine," he said, leaning back in his chair and yawning.
     "Preposterous!" exclaimed the heavy-set man. He pulled out a cell phone and began to dial a number.
     "Hold on, George." The man at the front leaned forward onto the table, frowning at the thin man. "What is your name and what on earth are you doing here?"
     "I have no name, but you can call me Percival." There were a few suppressed chortles around the room, but the thin man paid them no mind. "And as for what I'm doing here, well, I'm not at liberty to tell you that. Sorry."
     "Look, Percival, you really aren't supposed to be here. This is a meeting for the board of directors, no one else."
     "But I am on the board of directors," exclaimed Percival. "I have just as much right to be here as anyone else."
     "Is that right?" huffed George. "I don't recall putting you there."
     "Ah, but you didn't."
     George scowled. "And who did?"
     Jumping to his feet, Percival laughed and pointed his finger directly at the man at the front of the room. "He did!"
     "Davis, what's the meaning of this?"
     The man at the front of the room stared out the window. "I don't know what he's talking about. Really, I don't. Never seen this fellow before in my life."
     George stood up. "Is that true?" he asked Percival.
     "Yes," Percival replied smugly, returning to his chair. He leaned back again, this time crossing his legs on the table. "Never seen him before either."
     "Then what in the blazes are you talking about?" George began to blink rather rapidly, his eyebrows knit together in a dangerous gaze.
     "I don't know. What does the board of directors do?"
     "The man is mad," said one of the others in the room, a man who had been quite silent until now. "Send for the police."
     "NO!" exclaimed Percival, pushing his chair back and leaping onto the table. "I'm not mad, not at all." He then sat crosslegged on the table. "Quite sane, yes, quite sane. Don't you lay a finger on me, now," he said as the silent man slowly reached out onto the table.
     And then the door opened again. Every head but Percival's turned, and every head jerked back with eyes and mouth contorted in very confused looks.

The end. For now, at least. :) (I do feel somewhat ill-hearted for posting an incomplete story -- and for stopping at a cliffhanger -- but I'll finish it and post the rest later on.)