Elizabeth: Part I

Melancholy was written all over Elizabeth's face as she strode down the grand stairs of the house. Standing at the foot of the grand stairs, she pulled out her flute and started playing a haunting tune from Requiem. The sad whistful tune permeated through the household, and woke up Anton who was sleeping in the bedroom upstairs.

Waking with a start, he sat upright. He swore that he had heard a flute playing in the darkness, but it was not something that he had believed to be possible. There were only three people in the house, he, the housekeeper and his wife, and none of them played any musical instruments, let alone the flute. Sensing something amiss, he swung his legs out of the bed and on to the floor as quietly as he could and tip-toed his way out of the room, opening the door slowly and closing it behind him.

The corridor was slightly better lit than his room, with the quiet gas lamps glowing in the dark. The sweet sad tune was still played, and the music gave Anton goosebumps upon his skin. He made his way along the corridor until it reached the part which had a rail which overlooked the main atrium. He inched closer to steal a peek, and saw the willowy form of Elizabeth at the bottom of the grand stairs, playing away on the flute, a melancholous look upon his face that was revealed when her long tresses were blown back by an unseen and unfelt wind.

Anton could not believe his eyes. He had no idea who that person was, and more importantly, why she was playing a flute at that time of the night at that place. Seeing that she was alone, his courage came on strongly and he boldly walked across the corridor to the top of the grand stair.

``Who are you and why are you playing the flute at this time of the night?'' Anton asked, directing his question straight at Elizabeth.

The tune stopped, and Elizabeth put the flute down, turning to look up at Anton, her long tresses flying as she turned her head to face him.

``Oh, I'm sorry. Did I wake you?''

Anton was struck by the beauty of Elizabeth. Her features were soft, like that of a lady of nobility from the colonial era. Her eyes shone brightly as she looked at Anton directly. He was about to smile and reply her when he noticed that she was a good eight inches above the ground, where nothing else other than the floor could be seen.

(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 10-May-2014 13:43:18)

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