Life in Ink…
A ray of light burst through the opening in the door, just for a moment standing still. The letter now fallen on the carpet inside, the opening closed and the space below returned almost to darkness.
Anna picked the letter, the envelope of which bore the logo of one of the biggest publishing houses. It was addressed, as she knew it would be, to her brother Tom Spinner. Her fingers crossed for good luck, she slit the envelope open and read it.
Laughing with delight, she ran up the stairs.
“Tommy! Tommy! You made it. They said yes.”
As she threw the door open, her laughter fell silent seeing the limp body of her brother hanging from the ceiling.
“Why, Tommy, why?” she screamed, though he couldn’t answer.
As she dropped the letter, the wind caught it from her hand and it floated to the floor and fell on to the twenty papers strewn on the floor near the study table. As the light turned to darkness, the last drop of black fell from the overturned inkpot on the table, and fell on the sheets, all but one of which began with the words,
“Dear Mr. Spinner,
We are sorry to inform you…”
(© 10th April 2015)