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RUSTIC DOOR
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The DOOR creaked before he could even react. He, as usual, then took out his pocket watch from his old trench coat pocket and looked at its hands. There was a moment of silence and then a sigh could be heard…
The children peeked through the door as if asking for permission to enter some feline’s territory. The man just nodded and a trail of children could be seen entering the room one by one. Upon entering the room, the smell of camphor and incense sticks bombarded them. Whiffs and smoke of the fresh burn out incense was still visible. The room was furnished with mahogany wood tables and chairs, with lamps made of black wood that fitted snugly with the interiors of the room. The lamps gave out yellow translucent light, as if to just gently highlight the room and its decors. Not an inch of the dark mustard coloured wall was visible. Every bit of it was covered with some antique artifacts and old paintings which made the room look like an ancient piece of relic from a museum.On the center of one such wall, was the painting of a young man with thick mustache and neatly trimmed hair.The children then huddled together and sat on one of the large sofas. The sofa was just large enough to fit them all in one without any major discomfort.
They then started to look in the direction where the old man sat. The old man was sitting slouching on one large velvety couch beside which there was a small mahogany side table where his necessary medicine and keys were kept all huddled together.The man then changed his position and the couch creaked. The book on his lap moved with him.
And then silence.
Then the man looked intently at each of the 4 pairs of eyes that were fixated upon him and cleared his throat. “Where were we when we last left off?”. His raspy voice echoed throughout the room. The three boys glanced at each other and muttered nothing. The girl who was sitting at the far end of the sofa spoke. “You were finished with the museum story, you said that the next story name was rustic door”. The man then glanced at the girl sideways and muttered something under his breath. He then looked up at the roof of the wall and sighed.
“Then rustic door it is.” He roared as if to announce something grand. The children could be seen grabbing each others’ hands but listening to the man without a sound. The man flipped through the pages of the book with his glasses pinched on his nose and then he finally found the page where they last left off.
*****
The story starts with a man striding along with long steps. I on the other contrary, being a short frame build woman had a very tough time to match up with his pace. “Here is the hall” … he said as his voice echoed and rumbled throughout. He then continued to swirl his mustache which he took such good pride in as he fumbled and...
The DOOR creaked before he could even react. He, as usual, then took out his pocket watch from his old trench coat pocket and looked at its hands. There was a moment of silence and then a sigh could be heard…
The children peeked through the door as if asking for permission to enter some feline’s territory. The man just nodded and a trail of children could be seen entering the room one by one. Upon entering the room, the smell of camphor and incense sticks bombarded them. Whiffs and smoke of the fresh burn out incense was still visible. The room was furnished with mahogany wood tables and chairs, with lamps made of black wood that fitted snugly with the interiors of the room. The lamps gave out yellow translucent light, as if to just gently highlight the room and its decors. Not an inch of the dark mustard coloured wall was visible. Every bit of it was covered with some antique artifacts and old paintings which made the room look like an ancient piece of relic from a museum.On the center of one such wall, was the painting of a young man with thick mustache and neatly trimmed hair.The children then huddled together and sat on one of the large sofas. The sofa was just large enough to fit them all in one without any major discomfort.
They then started to look in the direction where the old man sat. The old man was sitting slouching on one large velvety couch beside which there was a small mahogany side table where his necessary medicine and keys were kept all huddled together.The man then changed his position and the couch creaked. The book on his lap moved with him.
And then silence.
Then the man looked intently at each of the 4 pairs of eyes that were fixated upon him and cleared his throat. “Where were we when we last left off?”. His raspy voice echoed throughout the room. The three boys glanced at each other and muttered nothing. The girl who was sitting at the far end of the sofa spoke. “You were finished with the museum story, you said that the next story name was rustic door”. The man then glanced at the girl sideways and muttered something under his breath. He then looked up at the roof of the wall and sighed.
“Then rustic door it is.” He roared as if to announce something grand. The children could be seen grabbing each others’ hands but listening to the man without a sound. The man flipped through the pages of the book with his glasses pinched on his nose and then he finally found the page where they last left off.
*****
The story starts with a man striding along with long steps. I on the other contrary, being a short frame build woman had a very tough time to match up with his pace. “Here is the hall” … he said as his voice echoed and rumbled throughout. He then continued to swirl his mustache which he took such good pride in as he fumbled and...
