Closing Heart

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A small piece. Written on a dark day.

Submitted: May 05, 2013

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The candle hung high, suspended by chain in mid-air. The glass, cloudy red, flickered with life. The man inside the room beat rhythmically with unfound illumination. He is bright and warm.

Reflexively he turned his left ear up and listened. Seconds later his head hangs low, pondering.

 "Not to be," he muttered facing a stone alter.

He pulled the peg holding the chain. With a whip of steel the candle fell, the glass shattered, the flame extinguished. The room laid dark save for the faded light from the hallway through the open door. He walked slowly, illumination and the beat gone cold and grey. The glass crunched under his steps, echoed in the pale concrete room. The man grabbed the large steel door, a safe's door, locked from the outside. With great effort to start he slammed the door shut. Loudly it locked. The man, the heart now closed, is alone in the dark and sorrowfully wondering why he is so wrong.


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