Episode 11

The ride was silent and it didn’t help her racking nerves. She felt her palms go wet and unconsciously rubbed them on her hip. In a few seconds they were tuned to arrival. The metal doors opened to the most beautiful art gallery Zipporah had ever seen. She stepped into the stunning room which portrayed a dedication to various forms of art. It held a fascinating amount of space which englobed what resembled a study and several paintings, side by side, on each wall. At the end of the room was a large, black desk before an equally sized chair. Guarding the only furniture in the room, by each side, were two shelves filled with books and miniature sculptures of dog like creatures.

The room was painted white as the rest of the house, it had the same splash of colors on the ceiling. The air in the room felt like a blanket on her face, it was warm and light unlike the lightening which was cool and dark. There was a glowing bulb in between each painting and an insufficient chandelier which su