Obsession
It is a well known fact that there are certain people in the world who, once started along a path, will remain utterly focussed on it and blind themselves to their surroundings. It is a sad truth. A painful one.
I walked into the living room. As usual at this time of year, Wilkins had lit a fire.
Flame rose up from its logs, reaching into the abyss of the chimney for its freedom. It was the sole source of light in this dingy room. The light coloured walls were bedecked in haughty portraits of ancestors, glowering at those living with avid jealousy and disdain, posing near a hunt or by a sumptuous chair long lost. The carpets whi
