The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Nina D’Arcangela
The texture of the brass dials a thing so fetching, feel them spin, with a tick and a click, tightening ever so slightly as the prize is nearing.
Nimble fingers twist knobs, first left, then right, and back yet again. Feeling for the slightest shift, as slowly they spin.
A tick, a click, the slip. The first dial is set. How these tired tips work at gaining entry, their art lost to time, man’s arrogance a false sentry.
These fingers you see, they are for hire, they spin, they click only for the most discriminate buyer. What lies beyond the beauty of this contraption of brass, these fingers care not – their job only to spin, to click, to find the slip.
Ah, the slipping of the final pin into place, pride to be had for a task well done. These fingers find no pride being named thief, only in the triumph of yet another breach.
Never touching the treasures concealed inside, the gift is in the spinning, the clicking and the glorious sound of the decisive slipping as the lock disengages, and the tomb readies to release.
The thrill done, the game complete, the mastery of infiltrating the impenetrable is what these tired digits did seek. Their desirous splendor being the one called to task, no other hand as capable on the brass.
These fingers, they are old, and worn with time, slowly they reach out and gentle the slide.
A slight pop, the pressure released, the door opens a mere chink, allowing for those who would have the briefest of peeks.
The thrill these old fingers have felt now past, gone on this final releasing of brass. This buyer untrue with intentions corrupt, these fingers have felt for the final time the tick, the click, the magnificent slip!
Fiction © Copyright Nina D’Arcangela
Image courtesy of Pixabay
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