Short Stories

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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.



Pat Guy
© 2005

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