Creative Writing: The Baron De Valfort-Personal Narrative

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The Baron de Valfort’s office was nestled in a corner of the lobby, near the stairs opposite the entry of the house. The motifs of the relief that decorated the panels of the door intertwined with the crooked shadows projected by the gallery above. Étienne- who accompanied me, raised his hand, (half curled into a half-fist,) ready to knock. His knuckles didn’t even knock as a voice exploded inside the room. I quickly grabbed the wrist of the butler who automatically turned his head to peek over his shoulder with the left eye, waving his long lashes like an owl winking at me. I put a finger on my sealed lips to signal him to keep quiet; he nodded, and remained motionless, holding his breath while I listened to the unmistakable voice of the Baron de Valfort. “If you’re so delirious as to imagine that because you’re my brother, you can afford to say anything you please to me, you’re mistaken! Leave me alone!” I decided that I had heard enough. I gestured Étienne my intention to stop this shameless eavesdropping. The servant smiled approvingly, then tapped gently at the door before opening it slowly. He barely had time to announce me when his Master dismissed him curtly. Then, the Baron welcomed me with a joviality that …show more content…

Indeed, he reminded me of one of those rare, and mysterious aquatic animals which mimicry skills allow them to put up a resemblance to an inoffensive marine plant, only to suddenly grow long and voracious teeth at the first sight of an unsuspecting prey. As a matter of fact, he was endowed with fleshy jowls which looked like gills, a detail substantiating my ichthyologic analogy. He also seemed afflicted with a timidity which might explain why he was projecting an image tinged with sadness that spread around him a melancholia in search of a weak soul to adhere

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