Don’t let the pretty flowers fool you!
*As if summoned by my glance, the doors began to slowly groan open, the glowing gap between them widening with every screech of the copper plates against the floorboards. A pause. The silence of the air grew into a bloated minute of suspense. The only noise to pierce the silence was the lullaby of a far-off bird, humming melodically like a sorrowed bow against a violin. The doors began to stutter forward once more, and for the first time, I saw the patent leather shoes of Mister Francis.*