A Cage to Set Me Free » Places

         "No, no. Come in, Lucian." Willaim opened the door, leaving it open, and walked over too the painting that was standing on an easel, hidden under a beige cloth. Well, not so much hidden but it had been placed there so it would not get damaged. "Watch out for those books." William pointed to a pile of book, about 30 centimetres high, that lay by the door. "I need another bookshelf, but I wouldn't know where to put the bloody thing." William laughed as he grabbed the cloth. Once he had a tight hold he slowly lifted it of the painting. "There it is."

The painting was of a fox, drawn from memory, wondering around under the moonlight. The fox it'self being illuminated by a lantern while the background remains darkened by the night. It was one of his finer pieces from his most resent collection of fox paintings. William had found foxes fascinating for a while at that point but he didn't quite know why. Perhaps it was the orange coat or the way it feeds at night. "What do you think?" He said eager to get a second opinion on his work.