Rain & Thunder

The radio crackled like someone rolling up letters they were not happy with. Disappointed, I decided to go upstairs to the great mansion's library. A heavy wooden door with an iron knob greeted me. It took me some effort to move it to get inside. It was quiet. I made my way to the bookshelf. The thick wooden floor creaked slightly. As I touched the corner of a book on British gardens, the sound of thunder startled me. I almost dropped the book. Rain crashed in like an uninvited guest. 

It was all very sudden. I closed the glass windows quickly and rushed downstairs to find Mr. Albert, the mansion's caretaker. He wasn't at this desk. I stepped out and saw him walking his dog...in the bright, hot sun. "Nice sunshine eh Madam?", said Mr. Albert. Obviously, someone in the library didn't like being disturbed and made that very clear to me.

The Moving Chair

As twilight fell, I returned to the great mansion. Slowly, twilight turned into darkness, the air grew still, only the rustling of the leaves accompanied it. The other guests and caretakers had retired to their rooms early. An eerie silence gripped the mansion. Delicate lace curtains in white stood at all the doors creating strange forms. As I made my way toward my room, I crossed the living area. 

A dimly lit chandelier, dusty shelves laden with books, and an old wooden plantation chair were its main characters. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I think I may have seen the chair move. Perhaps, someone sat on the chair unseen or was it simply a figment of my imagination as I found myself in a world that existed in a different time? The mystery of the moving chair remains unsolved. Maybe someone was expecting company on a lonely night.