Shivering Esme(e) entered the room.
Blue coals deep in recesses blessed with
cool light.
A wing chair waited, the timepiece
weighted, silent, gravid with
secrets beyond remission.
A shadowed
form on plush window seat Violet spoke, "Where have
you been?"
Esme(e) did not answer; she took the wing chair for
in her mind a need of friendly hearth remained.