I should have probably mentioned this in my first post but I’m going to attempt writing one post every day on this blog. I never know what I’ll write about when I open up a blank document and even as I’m typing away right now, I’m still not sure what I want to write… For moments like these I’ll most likely pull up a prompt and see where that takes me!
The room was cold and dark save for the golden flicker of light from the single candle resting on an old wooden table. On that table, piled haphazardly, were keys of every shape and size each engraved with different words. Every step he took towards the keys made his heart beat harder. Anticipation. Fear. Excitement. He placed his hands either side of the table and stared at the keys. What was next?
A whisper broke through the silence that enveloped the room and danced towards his ears. “You wanted to play god and now you can.”
His grip on the table tightened. “You can only choose one key. What do you want? For her to love you? Dream about you? Give you her heart? Her life?”
He lifted his hand ready to choose but it hovered over the pile suddenly hesitant.
“What? What do you want?” The whisper repeated over and over and over again.
Shaking his head in frustration, dark eyes filling with determination, his hand reached out and took a key.
Hope you enjoyed!