I pull out the chair and sit.
Adjust the architect lamp so that its silvery beam illuminates only part of the desktop, leaving the rest of the room in an ambient semidarkness.
Then unscrew the fountainpen cap and reach for my moleskin notebook.
A barely audible sigh escapes the smooth spine as I part the covers and leaf through its immaculate pages.
I place the gold plated tip of the pen in a top left corner.
A shimmering pearl of blackish ink bleeds into the paper, robbing it instantly of its virginity.
My account commences.
I once killed a boy.
Drew Martyn almost 4 years ago
I wasn't expecting that last line, and after what I found to be a very sensual first 90-something words, it was all the more unexpected and added another layer to this. Supremely well done.
Neville Hunt almost 4 years ago
Thomas, this is a wonderful start to your story. It is beautifully conceived and the language is really rich - the third from end paragraph ( a shimmering etc) is wonderful, conceptually and verbally. Planning a serial story myself soon, you have inadvertently provided me a much needed tutorial! Thanks.
D.M. almost 4 years ago
A superb example of what that last line should achieve in a drabble. You inspire!
Thomas Andersen almost 4 years ago
Thank you all for some wonderful comments! You're too kind.