Board Thread:Art, Stories and Songs/@comment-26062370-20150623200159

Twain sat in his study, watching the flames dance about the wood timbres nestled in the fireplace.

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He thought, contemplated about the others.

He thought about Zack and Tess.

He thought about Janette.

He thought about Krazy and Kevin.

He thought about -

His thoughts, however, were cut short, as he drifted peacefully to sleep in his chair.

A gloved hand taps out a pane of the stained glass window with a wrench. It lands upon the doormat with a soft thud.

The hand creeps to the lock, turns it, and opens the door.

A figure creeps in, removes a painting, and removes a small object housed in a bag.

He creeps out, undetected.

Or, so she thinks. 