Games of London

Light vs Dark

A four year old boy sat on the hard wood floor of an old Victorian style house, his fingers skimming over the Egyptian glyphs on the creamy page before him. His blond locks curled over his eyes, jumping up and down as he giggled. The glyphs shimmered and jumped across the page unnaturally.

The wind howled and a heavy oak door slammed shut making the small boy jump with fear. He looked up, his big brown eyes shining the book of Egyptian mythology forgotten. Heavy footsteps echoed on the varnished hard wood floor.

The windows rattled as the wind pushed against them, trying to seek a way into the house. The boy jumped to his feet and quickly pushed the book under his bed as the door in front of opened, the hinges groaning heavily in protest.

A middle aged man with greying hair looked down at the boy and smiled softly, his eyes reflecting pain.

" you've been reading my book again haven't you boy?"

The boy look down guiltily, pulling the book back out from under his bed.

The man shook his head and smiled "Keep it safe for me boy, it's yours now"

The child watched as the man closed the door, his footsteps echoing back down the hall. The boy looked at the book in his hands and smiled happily, his cheeks lighting up, as he crawled into bed, clutching his fathers book to his small stomach.