Due to the last edition of Dinner For One touching off a few things with me, I've decided to delay writing part 3 for a while, probably just a couple of weeks, but I'll get back to it, don't worry. Instead, I've decided to serialize a Mystery/Romance Novella I've written. It's working title is "A View From The Dark". So, without further delay, here is Part 1.
A View From The Dark
Vinny Death
Vinny Death
He appeared out of the darkness, his presence unknown to those sitting around the large wooden table. The room was dim, so the corners were enshrouded with darkness and what little light there was cast a somewhat ghastly orange glow across the table. The light was provided by a small candelabra placed neatly on the table. Shadows danced against the crimson walls, surrounded by an eerie orange glow and wrapped in darkness. His presence was not known until he had already left. The only clue as to his direction of travel was the flames of the candles, leaning slightly towards the northeast corner of the room. To say the house was vast was a great understatement. Its ornate, hand paved cobblestone driveway was nearly a mile long and was wide enough to accommodate two way traffic of even the largest of sedans. The yard was immaculately kept by a grounds crew that worked tirelessly ensuring every blade of grass pointed in the correct direction. The front facade was reminiscent of an ancient Greek palace. Solid marble columns were immaculately crafted in the Dorian style from rare Italian marble. The builder spared no expense. The interior was not decorated by art, it was adorned by masterpieces. One look at the interior and it becomes very apparent; the owner will have nothing but the best. Further travel through the house reveals a spectacular view of a cascading waterfall, fading into the ocean. The whole northeast side was privy to this view, especially the grand dining room. The room, crimson red, was decorated with gold filigree and ornately carved woodwork. The windows were immense, every pane of glass hand glazed. It was through one of these windows that he disappeared. Her eyes, first fixated on the candles, darted to the windows. She saw nothing outside the windows, only a valance dancing in a warm salty breeze.
By the time she noticed him, he was already in free fall. She was the reason for his hasty departure. His method of egress had taken him right down the waterfall. The rushing of the water, much to his delight, camouflaged the sound of his entry into the bay. The water was tepid and comfortable, perfect for a late night swim. He slipped silently into the boathouse and was relieved to find a spare set of clothes laid out on one of the yachts. After briefly admiring the miracle of technology known as a belt, he set off to complete his evening’s plans.
The other guests were unfazed by the visitor. This was mainly because they were unaware of the interruption. Attributing the movement of the candle to wind from the open window, the conversation shifted back to ice wine and the proper preparation of venison tenderloin. As the time passed, the conversations continued on about trivial matters. The air in the room was tense and the endless small talk was simply a way to avoid talking about more serious matters. Bored with the direction the conversation was going, deep sea fishing, she decided to excuse herself to the library.
From across the room, their eyes met. Locked in an uneasy embrace, silently asking “are you really there?” As she drew closer, his mind filled with the notions of all that had come before. His mind was enveloped, much like a spring rain overtakes the prairies, flooding his thoughts with questions. Her presence made him feel uneasy and as she drew near to him, his heart raced.
She first questioned his presence in the library, and then complimented him on his ability to dry quickly. His look was puzzled, “how did she know?” he asked himself silently.
Shortly after her leaving, the group moved to the antiquities room to admire the antique victrola and his rather expansive music collection. A selection from Wagner’s Lohengrin was chosen. As “Elsa’s Procession to the Cathedral” played in the background, the conversation remained shallow, mostly centered on a frivolous purchase made by the owner. The intricate marble and hardwood floors carried the melody throughout the house. Blood red Brazilian cherry wood floors were accented by borders of marble and brass. The whole house was done in marble or exotic hardwood, with the exception of the music room of course. A hand woven Persian rug was laid over acoustic tiles to create a room with acoustics only rivaled by the greatest of opera halls.
The library had fallen silent. Their eyes still locked in an embrace, silently communicating. It was much like the music carried her towards him. Her figure flowed across the floor and embraced him. Her grip was firm, as she began to lead him in a slow dance. Saying nothing, they danced. His arm fit perfectly around her waist. Her figure was angelic as it began to glide across the floor. It was much like her body was built by a team of master architects. Every curve was perfectly placed and equally dangerous. He was strong. His grip was firm, his bicep pressed firmly against her shoulder. She enjoyed this feeling. His strength of body was complimented by a powerful mind. Without speaking, she knew that he was the type of man that she desired most. His courage was balanced with caring. His strength paired with love. As the song drew to a climax, the embrace became closer, the two bodies pressed firmly against each other. “Follow Me”, she whispered into his ear as she took his hand and led him away.
By the end of the recording, the inevitable had occurred; the group had run out of petty conversation. Rather than engage in any meaningful discussion, they opted to end the evening. Emerging from the antiquities room, the group dispersed into a small convoy of luxury vehicles. As they wound their way down the driveway, little care was paid to the two figures apparent in an upstairs bedroom. There was a loud crash as the gate closed after the last vehicle had left.
Her arms wrapped his torso in a passionate embrace. She began to kiss him feverously. Wasting no time, her hands began exploring every inch of his body. Her passion was obvious from the way she touched him. Their lips were pressed together in an embrace that was only interrupted by the occasional breath. As the embrace continued, they quickly began to disrobe. It was near impossible to contain their passion within the confines of a single room. Soon the whole house echoed with the intimate encounter that was occurring in the upstairs bedroom.
By the time she noticed him, he was already in free fall. She was the reason for his hasty departure. His method of egress had taken him right down the waterfall. The rushing of the water, much to his delight, camouflaged the sound of his entry into the bay. The water was tepid and comfortable, perfect for a late night swim. He slipped silently into the boathouse and was relieved to find a spare set of clothes laid out on one of the yachts. After briefly admiring the miracle of technology known as a belt, he set off to complete his evening’s plans.
The other guests were unfazed by the visitor. This was mainly because they were unaware of the interruption. Attributing the movement of the candle to wind from the open window, the conversation shifted back to ice wine and the proper preparation of venison tenderloin. As the time passed, the conversations continued on about trivial matters. The air in the room was tense and the endless small talk was simply a way to avoid talking about more serious matters. Bored with the direction the conversation was going, deep sea fishing, she decided to excuse herself to the library.
From across the room, their eyes met. Locked in an uneasy embrace, silently asking “are you really there?” As she drew closer, his mind filled with the notions of all that had come before. His mind was enveloped, much like a spring rain overtakes the prairies, flooding his thoughts with questions. Her presence made him feel uneasy and as she drew near to him, his heart raced.
She first questioned his presence in the library, and then complimented him on his ability to dry quickly. His look was puzzled, “how did she know?” he asked himself silently.
Shortly after her leaving, the group moved to the antiquities room to admire the antique victrola and his rather expansive music collection. A selection from Wagner’s Lohengrin was chosen. As “Elsa’s Procession to the Cathedral” played in the background, the conversation remained shallow, mostly centered on a frivolous purchase made by the owner. The intricate marble and hardwood floors carried the melody throughout the house. Blood red Brazilian cherry wood floors were accented by borders of marble and brass. The whole house was done in marble or exotic hardwood, with the exception of the music room of course. A hand woven Persian rug was laid over acoustic tiles to create a room with acoustics only rivaled by the greatest of opera halls.
The library had fallen silent. Their eyes still locked in an embrace, silently communicating. It was much like the music carried her towards him. Her figure flowed across the floor and embraced him. Her grip was firm, as she began to lead him in a slow dance. Saying nothing, they danced. His arm fit perfectly around her waist. Her figure was angelic as it began to glide across the floor. It was much like her body was built by a team of master architects. Every curve was perfectly placed and equally dangerous. He was strong. His grip was firm, his bicep pressed firmly against her shoulder. She enjoyed this feeling. His strength of body was complimented by a powerful mind. Without speaking, she knew that he was the type of man that she desired most. His courage was balanced with caring. His strength paired with love. As the song drew to a climax, the embrace became closer, the two bodies pressed firmly against each other. “Follow Me”, she whispered into his ear as she took his hand and led him away.
By the end of the recording, the inevitable had occurred; the group had run out of petty conversation. Rather than engage in any meaningful discussion, they opted to end the evening. Emerging from the antiquities room, the group dispersed into a small convoy of luxury vehicles. As they wound their way down the driveway, little care was paid to the two figures apparent in an upstairs bedroom. There was a loud crash as the gate closed after the last vehicle had left.
Her arms wrapped his torso in a passionate embrace. She began to kiss him feverously. Wasting no time, her hands began exploring every inch of his body. Her passion was obvious from the way she touched him. Their lips were pressed together in an embrace that was only interrupted by the occasional breath. As the embrace continued, they quickly began to disrobe. It was near impossible to contain their passion within the confines of a single room. Soon the whole house echoed with the intimate encounter that was occurring in the upstairs bedroom.
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...please where can I buy a unicorn?
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