The shadows moved around the room
With the swaying of the solitary light
Spreading a macabre sense of doom
That inched its way stealthily from under the door
With each grain of dust and inch, it grew more strong
Dragging its footless hem along the skirting of the floor.
Bound by Fear and passions flaring high
Torrid perspiration their worried foreheads fled
The fear of discovery giving out an occasional sigh.
Steeling himself, he smiled at her in consolation
Then got off the bed without much preamble
His mind set to end this frightened isolation
Donning an armor of Bravado and head wearing a frown
He crept downstairs where the situation was getting grave
With luck , he knocked down the intruder ...CHARLIE BROWN !!!
Snoopy gave Charlie's face a lick of delight
Then he woofed loudly and gave Woodstock a call!
Presently on his rickety typewriter, his fingers flew light ....
“It was a dark and stormy night ...”
Writer's Island /28 March 2008/Prompts " "The Gamble" & "Torrid"