[Richard]
The bright morning light spilled through the narrow gap of the curtains and across the darkened room, Richard Matheson lay on his bed thinking and listening to the noise of activity drifting in from outside. He turned his head and watched the wall at the opposite end of the room. The peeling paint curled away, revealing glimpses of the faded blue wallpaper that lay hidden behind, and collected on the wooden floor in small neat piles. With a long sigh Richard shifted himself into an upright position and cursed the lack of sleep he had found since his return to the mansion in the early hours of the morning, climbing over the wall and sneaking across the grass to an open ground floor window. A window he had left open on purpose. For those brief and yet unnerving minutes he had felt like an errant child returning home long after curfew.
Looking down at the black leather bible that sat on the bedside stand he smiled briefly before rubbing his tired eyes with the back of his fingers. He had a role to play. Standing up he walked over to a chair and began dressing from the pile of neatly folded clothes that sat at on top, a typical priest outfit, and when he finished he casually walked out and down the stairs to the lobby of the mansion smiling at the warm greetings of his new friends.
Richard's stomach growled and dropping by the kitchen he accepted a hot cup of instant coffee in an old mug, briefly chatting with the people on kitchen duty before leaving to the courtyard. Taking a slow sip he scanned the faces before finding Moses, but wait, someone new had arrived and had just spoken to him. Thinking it could prove interesting Richard began to eavesdrop.
The bright morning light spilled through the narrow gap of the curtains and across the darkened room, Richard Matheson lay on his bed thinking and listening to the noise of activity drifting in from outside. He turned his head and watched the wall at the opposite end of the room. The peeling paint curled away, revealing glimpses of the faded blue wallpaper that lay hidden behind, and collected on the wooden floor in small neat piles. With a long sigh Richard shifted himself into an upright position and cursed the lack of sleep he had found since his return to the mansion in the early hours of the morning, climbing over the wall and sneaking across the grass to an open ground floor window. A window he had left open on purpose. For those brief and yet unnerving minutes he had felt like an errant child returning home long after curfew.
Looking down at the black leather bible that sat on the bedside stand he smiled briefly before rubbing his tired eyes with the back of his fingers. He had a role to play. Standing up he walked over to a chair and began dressing from the pile of neatly folded clothes that sat at on top, a typical priest outfit, and when he finished he casually walked out and down the stairs to the lobby of the mansion smiling at the warm greetings of his new friends.
Richard's stomach growled and dropping by the kitchen he accepted a hot cup of instant coffee in an old mug, briefly chatting with the people on kitchen duty before leaving to the courtyard. Taking a slow sip he scanned the faces before finding Moses, but wait, someone new had arrived and had just spoken to him. Thinking it could prove interesting Richard began to eavesdrop.
