The Study
As she opened the heavy mahogany door, Racine was overcome with the realization of what she had done. Racine, only ten years old, had opened the door to her grampa's study. No one ever went in there but him. Racine always wanted to enter the study because it reminded her of her favorite story, The Secret Garden. She poked her head in and stole a peek at the room.
A mist of her Grampa's musky cologne made her feel welcome. Racine was amazed when she walked in, to survey the study. The walls were an evergreen color, dark and calming. However, white, flowing drapes brightened the space. All of the furniture was polished mahogany. Even the odd shaped couch designed to fit the alcove had a mahogany base. The room was relaxing, Racine decided. She went to the desk, past the marble countered bar, and sat in her grampa's chair.
"This is the nicest room I've ever seen." Racine whispered. She tried to open a desk draw. It was locked. Racine stood and went to the white drapes. She felt something was just wonderful about them. She pulled them apart, but not to find a window as she expected. Behind the drapes were two doors, together the size of a normal window. Racine tugged on the silver latch and it quickly opened. The doors held a bookcase; it was a part of the wall, inlaid in it. There were four shelves.
On the top shelf was a glass jewelry box, with red velvet lining, had Racine been tall enough to see it she would have started crying, overcome with it's beauty. On the second shelf, Racine could see a copper bell with a handle in the shape of a fairy. Next to the bell laid a silver flute, as bright as the moon. Racine was in awe. She had never seen such gorgeous things before. In the streets outside, rain and fog were made the color gray seem as ugly as dirty snow on Christmas morning.
The third shelf contained a carving, a detailed, oak carving of an owl about to take flight with its wings outspread. The feathers were incredibly detailed. She didn't know that her father created this masterpiece.
As she opened the heavy mahogany door, Racine was overcome with the realization of what she had done. Racine, only ten years old, had opened the door to her grampa's study. No one ever went in there but him. Racine always wanted to enter the study because it reminded her of her favorite story, The Secret Garden. She poked her head in and stole a peek at the room.
A mist of her Grampa's musky cologne made her feel welcome. Racine was amazed when she walked in, to survey the study. The walls were an evergreen color, dark and calming. However, white, flowing drapes brightened the space. All of the furniture was polished mahogany. Even the odd shaped couch designed to fit the alcove had a mahogany base. The room was relaxing, Racine decided. She went to the desk, past the marble countered bar, and sat in her grampa's chair.
"This is the nicest room I've ever seen." Racine whispered. She tried to open a desk draw. It was locked. Racine stood and went to the white drapes. She felt something was just wonderful about them. She pulled them apart, but not to find a window as she expected. Behind the drapes were two doors, together the size of a normal window. Racine tugged on the silver latch and it quickly opened. The doors held a bookcase; it was a part of the wall, inlaid in it. There were four shelves.
On the top shelf was a glass jewelry box, with red velvet lining, had Racine been tall enough to see it she would have started crying, overcome with it's beauty. On the second shelf, Racine could see a copper bell with a handle in the shape of a fairy. Next to the bell laid a silver flute, as bright as the moon. Racine was in awe. She had never seen such gorgeous things before. In the streets outside, rain and fog were made the color gray seem as ugly as dirty snow on Christmas morning.
The third shelf contained a carving, a detailed, oak carving of an owl about to take flight with its wings outspread. The feathers were incredibly detailed. She didn't know that her father created this masterpiece.