The writer
The room was slightly cool. Outside, the night was clear and silvery moonlight flooding through the undrawn curtains augmented the candles dotted around the room, which provided the only other light beyond the glow from the laptop screen. The contemplative mood was enhanced by the quiet music emanating from speakers hidden somewhere in the gloom. However, all was not well.
A figure paced around the room, casting grotesque and jerky shadows in the flickering candle light. Occasionally, the pacing would cease, and the figure would make a dive for the laptop. The girl’s face resolved in the glow, bespectacled and drawn, her eyes frantically following the words that appeared on the screen in response to her fingers flying over the keyboard.
However, each time the tapping of keys would slow to a halt and, after a brief pause, the girl would leap up and continue her pacing.