'Em Grey Curtains

“I really hate typing,” Mrs Peacock said irritably to herself. She stared across the room full of books and stared longingly at the window. Nothing would please her more than to grab the knife which sat on the desk in front of her and rip the dreadful grey curtains to shreds. Her fingers carefully danced on the hard wood surface in thought. While her mind wandered away to the place just beyond the curtains. The very place she could not reach. She had been stuck in the dreadful dusty library for days and was sure that she would never breathe a breath of fresh again. Her back slumped uncharacteristically against her chair in the most unladylike fashion imaginable. She small sigh escaped her carefully painted lips as her eyes closed to let her have the peace of a daydream. She could just feel the satisfaction of as tearing sound of dull grey reached her delicate ears. The triumph welled up in her as she felt the threads of fabric fraying at her fingertips.

A knock was heard at the door and she sat up with a bolt. Her eyes locked on the on the fine dark oak that had once been so keenly polished but had now started to fade. Quietly, steps could be heard fading away down the hall. She glared and then looked down the innocent little knife sitting on her desk.

A/N: Again, another game from my writing club. This time the game was called "Clue". In the game an item, person and room is selected, (yes, from the board game) and then you have to write about it.