Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Indoor Comforts

The chair is soft and comfortable under you, its soft cushioned seat and intricately carved back seem just made for you. Before you is a large desk of dark wood. The walls are also wood, in fact there is only one piece of metal in the entire room.

The metal takes the form of a winter tree which spreads its branches across the wall in front of you, behind the desk. Its branches are adorned with golden flowers, candles with wax dripping like melting snow.

The candles cast a warm glow over the papers which litter the desk. You pick one up and stare for a moment at the florid handwriting.

You pick up a simple feather quill from its place in the ink pot before you. After a small pause you make an attempt to add your thoughts to the page you hold. The only sound you can hear is the rustling of the papers and the scratch of your quill. The feather tickles your face as you lean down to the page, and a smile graces your lips.

One by one the candles wink out and with only one small flame guiding you, you place the quill down and leave the desk.

1 comment:

  1. This was so beautifully written. I really like the atmospheres you create in your pieces. They are places I would want to be and am happy to be transported to.

    The only thing I didn't understand which might need rephrasing was:

    'Its branches are adorned with golden flowers, candles with wax dripping like melting snow.

    The candles cast a warm glow over the papers which litter its surface. '

    This makes it sounds like the candles are on the branches and the papers litter the surface of the candles.

    Such brilliant descriptions, though. I loved it.

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