Things To Come

Something magical happened the moment she stepped into that old study late Christmas Eve.

Outside the dark pane glass windows, snow drifted from the rooftops and danced down onto the silent streets below. A fire was lit in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the Victorian carvings in the mantel and unearthing stacks of old books in the furthermost corners of the room. It was as if time had passed it by, untouched. This ancient hideaway for stories and histories long told. Yet she wanted to know everything. To unlock the future, it was time to unearth the past.

For far too long these doors had been left sealed. She stooped to retrieve a large volume leaning against a yellowed globe.

The papers scratched beneath her gentle touch and dust coated her fingertips. Opening the front cover, her eyes fell onto the inscription within, “In remembrance of the joys past and in hope of things to come.”

Yes, her eyes fluttered to the window again, this time catching sight of the bright twinkling stars above. In hope of things to come.

Author's Note

This is just an excerpt

Reviews

[Stonz P.]

This could easily have been a poem.
I hope we get to see more of it :)

Keep up the good work.
-PeterB

[Mark D]

You need to get more of it on, wonderful!

[Lindsey Leanne]

Thank you! :)