The Alcove - Chapter 1 -

# #twitterfiction The Alcove - Chapter 1 -
# - Original Twitter Fiction by Jay Martens -
# It was a dark and stormy night and all had headed for slumber save the curmudgeonly old man who wrestled with his thoughts. Tonight it goes.
# slowly the clouds enshrouded the moon on it's leisurely journey to the horizon, appearing much larger than the sun its light glistened .
# The rhythm of the rain lulled Stephen's eyelids closed, he fought to stay alert and continue his exploration of the garden.
# 'Tonight is the last chance I have to rid myself of this burden once and for all.' he thought as he continued on. Tonight it goes.
# the mud now sloshed above his shoeline and invaded the space between his toes, but he didn't notice the prize he hunted consumed his mind.
# it had been years since he had visited this site and the landscape seemed different, the rain didn't help as the downpour obscured his view.
# The estate had always remained in the family and could be traced back eight generations, his childhood had played out on this very land.
# Stephen sensed he was near it, the terrain flooding back into his memory, parting the brush along the wall he groped for a loose brick.
# Thunder rolled in the distance as his wrinkled fingers stopped dead, he leaned in closer blocking out the sound of the rain. could it be?
# The ticking was unmistakable - 'how many years had it been?' he knew it was 43 years, 43 long years. he had envisioned this day many times.
# Scanning the brush around him Stephen looked for a rock or something hard to reopen the decades old vault. grabbing a rock he bashed the wall