lessons
On a clear day the Castle could be seen from his bathroom window, its turrets peeking out from the dense woodland that sprawled behind his apartment block. Tomorrow he would be inside, leaving behind this fragile World to embark on a new, brutal reality.
He had found the delicate gold leafed invitation taped to his front door several days ago. The message inside was hand written in swift black italic: the horizontal line of the T’s dragged clumsily. He was to arrive promptly for eight – black tie of course.
It was foolish to question why he had been summoned, even more so to wish the punishment upon another. The law was the law after all. A whimsical notion of escape flickered through his fleeting mind as he removed a thick serrated knife from the kitchen drawer. Could she be overthrown?
