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  • Writer's pictureJoie Lesin

The Room with a Crimson Glow

My favorite room faces the south at the front of the house. The walls are all painted a non-descript beige and lend to it a quiet demeanor. It’s a place of solitude and letting go. No screens are allowed here except for the occasional glance at a phone to change the music on the blue tooth stereo. Currently, however, muted rock music carries in from the back of the house along with the scent of tonight’s dinner – hamburgers and fries. The still silent stereo sits atop a white fireplace.

Sculpture by Kordula Coleman

The four sunflowers in the green vase on the left side of the mantle have long since lost their scent. Still, in their withering beauty, they are a quiet complement to the eighteen-inch sculpture of Meridon who stands astride her horse in an acrobatic pose on the opposite side of the mantle. From where I stand, I face the room’s windows. Night has fallen and nearly all four panes of the window are cloaked in black. Only the lights emanating from the house across the street shine through.

As I appreciate the view, I kick off my shoes, letting my feet sink into the plush, burnt ochre area rug. Then, finally, I sit. It’s been a long day and here is where I come to unwind. The red lamp that sits on the electric keyboard bathes the room in a crimson glow. I settle back, enjoying the quiet, and let myself relax.

Until next time… where do you go for a moment of solitude?

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About the Author

Joie Lesin, Author of Speculative Fiction

Thanks to a family with a grand imagination and a love for books of all kinds, Joie learned to value a heartfelt story. Early on she realized writing and storytelling were as essential to her as oxygen. She recorded her first story at six and finished her first novel at twelve. The Passenger is Joie’s first published novel.

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