Thursday, January 31, 2019
Hello? - Original Writing :: Papers
Hello? - Original piece The women slid into the luxurious crumpled white leather sofa and let the soar upwards of cushions envelop her. Bathed in the subtle commence she sat, gazing mindlessly into her TV. Inside the broad(a) living room, the large mirror hung majestically over the ornate rock and roll fireplace and the traditional rug from South Africa was stretched out on the glossy, woody floor rise up positioned ornaments were placed around the room, giving it soul and life. And a soothing snug sound from the grandfather clock floated around the room. Warm-hearted pictures of friends, family and of her conserve gave the room a familiar character. The TV flickered and fuzzed and a smart, well spoken, serious looking newsreader began with the bad news as usual, plainly this time, it was much more significant. The women immediately sat up, with an uneasy look facing pages over her face. She leaned ahead and listened carefully to the incoming news report. The man strode forward through the bushes, as he passed he brushed aside the leaves and entangle the soft squelch of mud under his boots. As he reached the thoroughfare the gravel crunched, and ground as the stones gnashed together. Catching a stone from the new red brick wall it shattered into fragments. The light from the street lamp glinted off his agree which he quickly covered up, stopping on his way to grinding his thick, dark, grainy stubble he made his way to the house. The last rays of light had fallen and now the dark had completely covered the ground. The eeriness crept in, and like some unsure sign, it made itself known that non visible. there was something there, and she could feel it. She walked to the front door looking left, then looking obligation as she took each step, and with every glance she expected to see something she did not want to. Her keys jostled and echoed in the high ceiling hallway and with her slightl y quivering hands she found it hard to place the key in the lock, but just as the
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