Wednesday, January 16, 2008

jamie and eric-16-hallway describtion

Eric was slow to leave. The dismissal was curt after the hours of examination. He shuffled out of Master Damien’s cluttered office into the diming evening light still washing into the hallway. Master Damien lived in a quiet wing of the masters’ building where all the masters were older and didn’t take on apprentices. The silence was audible as the scritching of pens, typing of keys, a few coughs. The hallway reflected the old grandeur as well. Technically, Eric thought looking up from the envelope in his hands, this hallway had the same basic decoration as any other hallway. Bright white walls, warm yellow lights, light wooden floors. Well this wing had a oriental carpet running down its length. At that table with flowers at the end of the hall wasn’t in the wing that Eric lived it. Bright yellow lilies with curling petals. They looked real, Eric could see pollen on the table below them.

Eric could open the envelope with his pocket knife. And use an iron to reseal it. Eric tapped the temptation in his hand. With a sense of dread, Eric contemplated how much trouble he would get in as he headed down the long hallway to the stairwell. If he was caught. Shuffling sounds, setting a mug down, someone was mumbling to themselves beyond their door. Eric felt uncomfortable with the distinctness of the sounds, as if he was impeding on their privacy. The stairwell was cooler, but refrained from the utilitarian concrete used everywhere in dorm housing. The masters got wooden stairs. Wooden stairs that creaked as Eric stormed down them to his own floor.

1 comment:

Esther Gregory said...

Sorry about the short post... Bedtime snuck-up on me. And I will find a happy medium between description and plot!