Elizabeth aimlessly wandered through the house reminiscing upon the hours she spent on the many decisions it took to prepare the “home” of her dreams. She enjoyed the exhaustion of choosing among so many beautiful “things.” Her eyes scanned the living room and were rewarded with the memory of each choice. Beauty enveloped her – surrounding her with its blanket of empty security.
Muted murmurs caught her attention – the kitchen. A place she no longer needed to visit. Curiosity guided her to the back door at the bottom of the servant’s staircase.
The old couple was sitting at the highly polished antique working table. A candle’s warm glow illuminated their relaxed faces. But why was Henry sitting with them? Why would he want to come here? His smile triggered a vague memory……almost. The fragrance of cinnamon and fresh coffee permeated the small space where she was standing. For a quiet moment she watched…… a fleeting desire to join them closes shut as she lets go of the door.
Elizabeth aimlessly wanders back to her beauty….. to the beauty of her empty security.
It took me a minute to remember where I had read this before--the mini-challenge! :-) I liked it! I especially loved her considering what her husband was doing in with the servants, before she wandered back to her elegance...
Your choice of words is equisite. "Muted murmers...", the smells of the space etc. And you bring out so well the concept of empty security.
I've almost finished setting up my lovely new home, (well - rented apartment, but hey, who's being pedantic!), and so it particularly struck home.