Pages

Sunlight filtered through the dust coated blinds
Marmalade yellow oozing as she sat there, scribbling away.
And letter by letter, inch by inch, the the warmth seeped into the pages.

The sun was falling and fingers shaped  the story of three.
a bird, a wolf, and a stallion.

The rules were set. The game begun. and a little hum passed by the ears

Who would win this battle? Who is it who is it who is it? Is winning, winning truly?
 Oh the game has just begun.