Victor Black
Friday, March 13th, 2015. I found myself sitting in the same chair, in the same dark study, once again. The only source of light from the hearth before me. Warmth radiating from it's red slab prison, flames caressing the reinforced glass shielding and leaving black blemishes once it moved on. I stared longingly at the dancing shadows brought by the fire. Their vain attempts to reach out and embrace gave me comfort. A feeling that I had only just recently rediscovered and been able to replicate...