Once more into the creative writing pulaver dear friends, once more… This time we were given seven minutes to write on a sentence chosen from a list of six. I opted for; “Shadows quivered on the wall as the candle flickered, then fizzled to nothing.”
See what ya think…
The fire had already been extinguished, the last of the conspirators having left a few minutes previously. Now only a very pensive, slightly shaken homeowner remained. When he had acquiesced to his nephew’s request to use the townhouse, a family heirloom of sorts, as a meeting place, he had not expected such a crowd. He swallowed nervously. The steely, threatening glare from one of the men as they warned him not to breathe a word of what had transpired… That was a face he knew would haunt his nights for the foreseeable future.
Foreseeable future? What possible future could there be, for his sons, his grandsons, for anyone, if these radicals, these extremists, these madmen succeeded in their outlandish plot?
He shook himself out of his downcast reverie and forced himself to concentrate on putting out the last of the lights before retiring. Eventually he reached the bedroom and, absent-mindedly, without removing his attire, he crawled under the covers. Leaning over, closer to the bedside table, his was more a pessimistic sigh than an enthusiastic blow.
Nonetheless, shadows quivered on the wall as the candle flickered, then fizzled to nothing.
Solidarity, brothers & sisters…★