Drabble!
Yes, I know I'm late to the party but between being hit with a new novel idea, the_365_project, and trying to remember what actually happened in November, things got hectic!
Anyway!
Her quill stills on the page, as the candle gutters once more, before fading quietly into the darkness.
She is tempted to rise, to replace it and continue, but she pauses a moment, alone in the shadows, the steady tap of dripping ink the only sound.
Sometimes, she forgets to stop and live, absorbed in the parchment and the ink, dismissing the world beyond the window as not truly part of her, as the words and the stories are.
Eventually, she is compelled to stand and replace the candle, replace the light, and return to the page, her one constant.
Critique welcome and appreciated.
Anyway!
Her quill stills on the page, as the candle gutters once more, before fading quietly into the darkness.
She is tempted to rise, to replace it and continue, but she pauses a moment, alone in the shadows, the steady tap of dripping ink the only sound.
Sometimes, she forgets to stop and live, absorbed in the parchment and the ink, dismissing the world beyond the window as not truly part of her, as the words and the stories are.
Eventually, she is compelled to stand and replace the candle, replace the light, and return to the page, her one constant.
Critique welcome and appreciated.