The Society
Alex lay back in her baroque chair. Its high back dwarfed her, and would have forced strain on her lower back if not for the cushion stolen from her other room. The sky blue fluff marked an eyesore against the black. Only the Paintings on the wall judged her. Their eyes, some undeservedly doleful others incessantly marauding, watched her from beyond their gleaming gilded frames. Alex bent her daring gaze around the ornament stacked walls. They bore down on her as if they might spring from their...
Fantasy