Blank Room

A potted plant sits alone in the whitewashed parlour, wilting it is blank, no decorations just plain.

A Young lady enters the room, long brown hair and wearing a black lace dress, so forlorn, so sad. Her sister follows her into the room they both look unhappy, grieving a loss maybe.

There now are three sad, dark and derelict things in this dismal room. The walls start to turn a pale shade of grey, slowly they darken into a rather dark shade of midnight black. Now there is no life, no soul, and with no soul there is nothing. This room is blank.