Winter Winds [part one]
Part One - Darkness is a harsh term don't you think?
The loud tap tap tap of the key board rivaled the rain hitting the window outside. Marcus sat alone next to the fire but it didn't do much to mask the chill in his bones. He stared intently at his computer screen trying to make something out of the ideas and words floating around in his head.
The lights flicker as the storm raged on outside. Marcus sighed and saved the document he had been working on before turning off his computer. It was minutes later when the only light in the small house was the soft glow from the dwindling fireplace.
Marcus set his laptop on his desk before picking up his folder of loose leaf and favorite pen. For a moment he contemplating purchasing a typewriter only because he wanted one and wanting something that wasn't neccessity was thrilling to him. He took another minute to assess what his life had become.
Settling back down by the fireplace Marcus took his pen in hand. There was a stillness in the small house that despite the storm outside was calming to the young man. He began to write, humming lightly to himself.
Dear Winston,
You once told me that it doesn't hurt to be a little bit frivolous and I think I'm finally going to take that advice. I've decided that I may by a typewriter. Maybe one of those old ones that are impossible to work with just so I can work when the power goes out which seems to be more frequently these days.
I know what you're thinking and you're wrong. It's the weather not my bills. They are being paid thank you very much. I also go out atleast once a day when there is day light.
I hope you aren't worrying too much about me. I know how you get sometimes. Don't write back telling me you don't either because Ted tells me you worry and it worries him. So stop. I'm fine.
My writing however, is not fine. I would hate to bother my poor publisher with another extention but the words just aren't flowing as well as I thought they would. I did however write a poem today while I was outside, bundled up against the cold.
I'll share it with you in hopes you'll share it with Ted. I know how much he loves poetry.
As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts
Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms
Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?
For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt
And my head told my heart
"Let love grow"
But my heart told my head
"This time no
This time no"
That's pretty much all the work I've done so far and I've been here nearly a month now. I hope you and Ted can find time to pay me a short visit. You're not obligated to of course but you know I always enjoy your company.
Anyways, it's nearly one o'clock in the morning now and if I wish to get this letter to post in time for it to get to you by Thursday I must go to bed.
Your friend,
Marcus
Marcus capped his pen and folded the letter carefully so not to smear the ink. He stuffed it into an already addressed envelope and left it on his desk to send to post in the morning before going off to bed.