Author's Note: Just a little something I wrote over the summer. I hope that you enjoy. As always, constructive criticism and feedback of any kind is greatly appreciated. Please review!
Love and well wishes,
Zosia Rose
As the sun burned low on the horizon, the pimpernel was engulfed in the soft light. It's scarlet petals, five per flower, were outlined in shadow. The ancient home beside them, paint flaking and porch columns rotting, had a light on in the room two floors up and two windows across. A shadow shape paced back and forth in the interior, causing the mahogany floor to creak and groan. It was waiting for news, with body tense and face worried. Footsteps on the stairs were heard and the shadow rushed to meet them. The new shape looked at the other grimly and a piercing shriek of grief split the former silence. The two shadows embraced in the now fast fading light.
