Attic
The attic was dusty and damp. A spider scuttled across the floor and over objects that hadn't been touched for years. Fingers moved over an abandoned book and to the edge of a picture frame. A horde of beauty had been left to decay.
A burst of light encompassed the oldness wrapping it in a surreal newness. She resisted pulling the curtains open in fear of the house's owner realising she had ventured into forbidden territory.
The door squeaked open and she hid further behind the chest of drawers hoping her intrusion would go unnoticed. She had overlooked one small detail..she may have been careful in replacing what she had moved but.. one thing was about to give her away ..the damp dusty equilibrium of the attic had just been disturbed by the fragrance of her perfume....
A burst of light encompassed the oldness wrapping it in a surreal newness. She resisted pulling the curtains open in fear of the house's owner realising she had ventured into forbidden territory.
The door squeaked open and she hid further behind the chest of drawers hoping her intrusion would go unnoticed. She had overlooked one small detail..she may have been careful in replacing what she had moved but.. one thing was about to give her away ..the damp dusty equilibrium of the attic had just been disturbed by the fragrance of her perfume....
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