Iris shifted a cask of Amontillado away from the wall and knelt in the deep drifts of dust covering the cellar floor. She pulled desperately at a certain baseboard in the corner of the sprawling, low ceilinged room. Finally she was able to pry the wood away revealing a deep hollow in the crumbling stone.
2 comments:
Oooh,this is good
What a great descriptive piece! Makes you feel like you're there!
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