Sonja walked into the old storehouse, humbled with shoulders slumped. Outside, everyone was dancing in celebration of a life long-lived. Yet, none of them had lost like Sonja had lost. A guiding light was gone, cheery laughter and wizened tales of love and romance, gritty war and places and things long forgotten.
The girl closed the dirty old wooden door behind her, and walked forward and sat down at her favorite chair. A pale light shone through a lone window into the vast building with a sparkling of dust in the air. Sonja sat, in her black mourning dress not caring if the room left a mark on it, her green eyes scanning the tables, shelves and open drawers all around her. Her mother would disapprove of course, she always had. She would be out there dancing, cheerfully enjoying the loss of influence on her daughter.
"Young ladies shouldn't spend time in dusty old storehouses, they should be out in the wor