I'd like to pre-apologize about the spacing...my word processor hates me. Thanks for reading!
The little room had become shady and bleak. The curtains were drawn, but little light shone through. Even the glow the small, waning candle emitted casted more shadows than light. They flickered serenely on the wall like flames in a hearth. The little girl’s father, now much older and slightly gray, stood alone. He frantically searched through a chest of drawers, pulling out stacks of papers and dusty old things that hadn’t seen the light of day for years. Carelessly, he threw them behind him. He muttered curses each time he pulled up something that wasn’t what he desired. It seemed to go on for hours, the searching, the finding, and the discarding, until he finally picked up a slightly torn envelope. He quickly looked it over and almost tossed it aside, until he saw a name written in dark ink on the envelope’s front. It caught his interest as he glanced over it, so he peeled back the blue wax seal and carefully extracted the letter inside.
The creased sheets of paper were inscribed in penmanship just as neatly as on the front. The man began to read it as the shadows on the walls danced with eager interest. He read on and on, his eyes racing faster across the pages as he advanced. His face twisted into an expression of confusion, and suddenly, anger. His furiously shaky hands ripped the letter to bits and threw it to the ground. He raged around the room, kicking up the scattered papers and throwing the dusty trinkets to the wall, smashing them to pieces. The shadows danced furiously and began to peel away from the wall and into the room. They cloaked the room in darkness, throwing everything but their master into a flurry of destruction
The little room had become shady and bleak. The curtains were drawn, but little light shone through. Even the glow the small, waning candle emitted casted more shadows than light. They flickered serenely on the wall like flames in a hearth. The little girl’s father, now much older and slightly gray, stood alone. He frantically searched through a chest of drawers, pulling out stacks of papers and dusty old things that hadn’t seen the light of day for years. Carelessly, he threw them behind him. He muttered curses each time he pulled up something that wasn’t what he desired. It seemed to go on for hours, the searching, the finding, and the discarding, until he finally picked up a slightly torn envelope. He quickly looked it over and almost tossed it aside, until he saw a name written in dark ink on the envelope’s front. It caught his interest as he glanced over it, so he peeled back the blue wax seal and carefully extracted the letter inside.
The creased sheets of paper were inscribed in penmanship just as neatly as on the front. The man began to read it as the shadows on the walls danced with eager interest. He read on and on, his eyes racing faster across the pages as he advanced. His face twisted into an expression of confusion, and suddenly, anger. His furiously shaky hands ripped the letter to bits and threw it to the ground. He raged around the room, kicking up the scattered papers and throwing the dusty trinkets to the wall, smashing them to pieces. The shadows danced furiously and began to peel away from the wall and into the room. They cloaked the room in darkness, throwing everything but their master into a flurry of destruction