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Silent StaresThe dimly lit living room was a welcomed sight as Lucas staggered through the door frame. Only one lamp was left on, sitting next to the love seat that faced the opposite direction of the door; casting a menacing yellow glow over Lucas’s face illuminating the heavy bags under his deep blue eyes. Sauntering forward after a moment taken to reconcile his thoughts, Lucas quietly sat down on the black leather love seat, it sighed quietly underneath his weight. Pulling his right foot over his left knee Lucas began to fumble with the laces of his black dress shoes. His breath reeked of vodka and his tie fell crooked on his slender chest as he started to shed his suit, leaving him in only a wife beater and his black slacks. Lucas rested his head in his hands gripping his brown hair, letting out an exasperated sigh. For a few moments he mauled about in his silence before the moan of the oak wood floors in the hallway caught his attention. From the darkness padded Amelia, the lamp’s
Luke-Warm WelcomeOh what damp air,
lungs that refuse breath.
Angry skies, threaten tears.
Holes in their hearts.
Bathed in white
mother hold fast to your child.
Innocence won’t last,
she knows this.
Mother holds her tongue.
The fields where we played
We grow barren.
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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