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kiramaru7Title: The Staircase
Author: kira
Table: Autumn: Images (Holiday Prompts)
Prompt: Image 12; a winding natural wooden staircase
Fandom: Original
Characters: Lady Edwina Harrington
Word count: 291
Rating: G
Summary: Edwina, newly widowed, gets ready to leave the manor house…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta Kat for pinking this. Please also note that this was also written for Holiday Prompts Autumn: Images table and Madrona Project.
Edwina took one last look at the winding staircase at the back of manor house. Newly widowed at the tender age of sixteen, her late husband’s relatives had decided that she was better off with her parents. She sighed. While she knew she would eventually be widowed, her husband was fifty years her senior after all, she never expected it so soon after getting married. Not only that, she actually missed the man, who was old enough to be her grandfather.
So she made her way around the manor house, a pale specter in black lace, trying her best to commit to memory all the things she loved about the house, like the stairs that wound their way down the hill, ending in the forest that surrounded the manor. They were made from the young trees that were cleared to make room for the building. From what her late husband had said, pieces of it were replaced as needed and the vine that wrapped itself around the banisters had been planted and taught to grow that way sometime during her late husband’s grandfather’s boyhood. While she found it a bit difficult to traverse, she never felt afraid the day her husband helped her to the bottom so that they could take a walk in the woods. Edwina also never got the opportunity to climb the strange staircase, her late husband knowing an easier way to get back up to the manor house.
Sighing again, Edwina reached out and touched the banister. She gazed down the winding stairs and was half tempted to go down them to the woods. It was only the thought of getting lost that kept her from descending. Edwina closed her eyes and sniffed back a few tears. Feeling a sense of overwhelming loss, Edwina wondered if it was for her late husband, who she barely knew, or for the home she had come to love. Opening her eyes, Edwina turned to go back to the manor house. Most of her things had already been packed, but there were a few keepsakes she wanted to take with her when she left. Besides, if she remained here much longer, someone was bound to come looking for her. Since it was better to return on her own, she did just that.
Author: kira
Table: Autumn: Images (Holiday Prompts)
Prompt: Image 12; a winding natural wooden staircase
Fandom: Original
Characters: Lady Edwina Harrington
Word count: 291
Rating: G
Summary: Edwina, newly widowed, gets ready to leave the manor house…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta Kat for pinking this. Please also note that this was also written for Holiday Prompts Autumn: Images table and Madrona Project.
Edwina took one last look at the winding staircase at the back of manor house. Newly widowed at the tender age of sixteen, her late husband’s relatives had decided that she was better off with her parents. She sighed. While she knew she would eventually be widowed, her husband was fifty years her senior after all, she never expected it so soon after getting married. Not only that, she actually missed the man, who was old enough to be her grandfather.
So she made her way around the manor house, a pale specter in black lace, trying her best to commit to memory all the things she loved about the house, like the stairs that wound their way down the hill, ending in the forest that surrounded the manor. They were made from the young trees that were cleared to make room for the building. From what her late husband had said, pieces of it were replaced as needed and the vine that wrapped itself around the banisters had been planted and taught to grow that way sometime during her late husband’s grandfather’s boyhood. While she found it a bit difficult to traverse, she never felt afraid the day her husband helped her to the bottom so that they could take a walk in the woods. Edwina also never got the opportunity to climb the strange staircase, her late husband knowing an easier way to get back up to the manor house.
Sighing again, Edwina reached out and touched the banister. She gazed down the winding stairs and was half tempted to go down them to the woods. It was only the thought of getting lost that kept her from descending. Edwina closed her eyes and sniffed back a few tears. Feeling a sense of overwhelming loss, Edwina wondered if it was for her late husband, who she barely knew, or for the home she had come to love. Opening her eyes, Edwina turned to go back to the manor house. Most of her things had already been packed, but there were a few keepsakes she wanted to take with her when she left. Besides, if she remained here much longer, someone was bound to come looking for her. Since it was better to return on her own, she did just that.
