The Butler scribble on his

Paper.

He loved his mistress very

Much

But the Butler had wronged

Her.

He had to atone for his

Transgressions.

He wanted to show his mistress his

Love.

He wanted to write her something

Lovely.

'Then she will see my love,' he

Thought.

Writing had not usually

Worked.

But the butler was confident it

Would.

Just this

Time.

He had physically many times

Too.

Neither had that

Worked.

The butler was desperate to show

Her.

He was afraid she would leave

Him.

The butler did not want

That.

She sat behind her white curtain as

Always.

She did this because she felt far

Away.

The butler hated this but did not

Question.

His mistress has a good reason

Right?

The butler strolled through the

Manor.

He held his paper message in his

Hand.

He would prove how much he loved

Her.

The butler approached the white

Curtain.

He told his mistress he bore a

Gift.

There was no

Response.

He spoke

Again.

No

Response.

The butler did what he had never dared

Before.

He moved the curtain to see

Her.

But there was no

One.

He called through the manor, eyes

Frantic.

The butler was

Scared.

Where was his lovely

Mistress?

Had she already left

Him?

Didn't she love

Him?

He ran in every

Hall.

He looked in every

Room.

He did not find her

Anywhere.

The butler looked at the front

Door.

He'd forgotten to lock it for the

Night.

It stood wide

Open.

His divine, flawless mistress was

Gone.

0.0

The butler was

Sad.

He shut the

Door.

And locked it behind

Him.

The butler went to

bed.

He woke up the next

Morning.

The butler was so very

Cold.