Clickty Click

I heard the soft noise flitting through the house. It didn't want to be seen, but it had to, so it made a run for it. The sound of knitting needles. She was working, with paced rhythm, late into the night. She was knitting her doomsday machine: a device capable of greatly amplifying the effects of global warming in small area. I wondered who would be forced to bear the effects of its imminent deployment, and shuttered thusly.