small excerpt from ambrosia

by varohaub (flickr)

I wiped the tear beading at the corner of my eye and turned around. I walked past the glossy marble pillars. I pushed aside the embroidered gold canopies. I shaded my eyes from the obnoxious shimmer of the hand-crafted crystal chandelier. I flew down a hundred steps that circled eternally like Dante's Inferno. And then I slammed the twenty-foot mahogany door behind me to further seal my ultimatum.

Then I realized, in the cold moonlight, that the house would simply swallow the sound of my anger, and they wouldn't even notice I was gone.