Theme # 45: Torch


It was well past curfew, and the library was closed. Which was exactly why it was quite a surprise for it, when there was a little noise at the far end. By the locked doors, in fact.

It was only the wind, it turned out. It had picked up, in the past hour or half, and it grew a little wilder, now, with each passing second -- knocking at windows and shut doors, and whistling down chimneys.

The library, for its part, remained silent. A single torch burned in a bracket on the wall, and shadows danced the rainy night away.