Days turned into nights...nights to dawn,
The second floor curtains, however, remained forever drawn,
Hiding what mystery, nobody knew,
Tragic or amusing, not a clue,
No movement, even with all that hustle-bustle around,
Inside its inner quarters, eerie silence echoed,
A place that kept enclosed, her only secret,
her lover, for whom she deeply cared,
It was her little world, none else welcome,
Immortalizing her love; keeping it forever young,
By the box she’d wait patiently every day,
While the fresh flowers too bloomed, bright and gay,
As the clocked chimed, she’d know he was ready,
Oh..he was but her elastic teddy.

This 100 words post is for Friday Fictioneers & magpietales283 - ( Image Copyright – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields/Peonies, William Merritt Chase, 1897 )
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