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Crown, Blood and Lanterns

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"There are men and women trapped in that room, flames scorching them but they'll be out soon." -prompt from #dAmnStoryTime used for ranting to not get bored and fall asleep D:


There are men and women trapped in that room, flames scorching them but they'll be out soon. 
Paper lanterns lit several businesses that were still open in that street around that room. 
The street traffic had thinned and the pace seemed more sedate though no screams were heard.  Distant sounds of music blared from a single door left ajar with shadows flickering on the torn carpet in front. He raised his coat collar and increased his pace towards that door but stopped short of opening it. The sky with a faint hint of blue was clear of any clouds. He looked longingly at the peaks at the distant. The sun was just beginning to rise, turning to start the white peaks of Himalayan range into a wash of quartz pink awash in a sea of orange. He glanced away from the view and forced his concentration on the door knob. It had a sharp indentation on it. He willingly scratched his finger on it. A speck of red appeared. It didn't quite have the heart breaking red spilling from the sun embracing the peaks, nor did it make its owner flinch. He traced it along the edges of the door but still didn't attempt to enter. He waited.
The paper lanterns were dying now, their light outshone by the sun. Distant sounds of rickshaws racing through the empty streets could be heard. The sound of a bird here and there, attempting to peck the remains of their last meal, where they left them. But the screams were gone. He was sure of it. Out of his pockets he took out a strand of grey hair, coarse with the age of its owner. He tied it securely to the door knob. Opened on of his shoes and left it straddling the door toes inwards towards the room, like two lovers between kisses in the couch. He took a deep breath, and entered the room. 

The peaks in their crown jewels stood high, as life and sounds arose in unison in Kathmandu, while the music through that door stopped. Lights turned off and the door open slightly inviting anyone, lips open slightly, with a drop of blood in a corner.
 
Midnight rants...
First line of course a prompt in #dAmnStoryTime for their own use and unrelated and used for the sake of ranting but thanks to ~AquarianBabe for letting me use it for rants :)
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