October : Lamp
She always wrote by lamplight, when it was dark and silent, and all the world save she was asleep. She liked the still quietness of night; it was a welcome contrast to the crowded, nosy chaos that occupied her daytime life. Not that she was complaining, but it made these moments to herself all the more special, an almost sacred ritual.
Molly poured herself another cup of tea. She sharpened her quill, and dipped it in the inkpot. She smoothed out the fresh sheet of parchment. And with a contented little grin, she began to write:
"Flickering lamplight illuminated the scene…