I have to say that it’s never taken me so long to write so little before. Per the rules of the 30 Minute Manuscripts, I stopped after half an hour. There’s very little to show for it, so my apologies. I’ll try to do better next time. 🙂
The candle guttered in an errant breeze. Tendrils of caustic smoke danced around the remains of the waxy column. A shadow slipped through the gap between door and frame, detaching itself from the deeper darkness of the hallway.
Elios’ eyelids fluttered open.
Every sense seemed heightened in the flickering gloom, all but his vision which was blurry with sleep: a shushing of fabric on stone; the telling caress of a night-time breeze in the usually airless room; the downy hairs on his exposed forearms, raised in alarm. All spoke of the intruder, shrouded in secrecy and ambiguous intent. Elios managed to keep his breathing steady, masking his wakefulness to buy himself time. What could be the purpose of this late night incursion? Was he in danger? What should he do?
“I know you’re awake.”