Wednesday, October 22, 2008


A candle lights the room. Shadows creep in the corner.
The furnace seems to be talking to the house, who replies with moans and creaks.
They are waiting for something.

Sucking up the last drops of wax, the candle burns out leaving a tiny little ember; smoking.
The shadows disappear, the furnace releases the heat and
The house sleeps.

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