Murf: Day 3: 4710 words

Ivan opened his eyes and saw Anzil hunched almost in half, her hands pressed together around a ring of light. A rage permeated his skin at the audacity of this stranger trying to take his family heirloom. It was his birthright, and it was special, and Ivan would be damned if he'd lose it. All the hairs on his arms went rigid, and Ivan slowly got to his feet. He moved quietly except for the grinding of his teeth and the muted pops of his back as he straightened into a menacing figure. Anzil's focus was also singularly directed, and she had no thought of anything besides the coins in her palms. Ivan reached out and grabbed a lamp from the dresser he had just plowed into. The stem of the lamp was shaped like a woman holding a man, the two stylistic figures arching out from the feet and coming together at the hands, making a thin heart between them. Where there heads rested together, a stem protruded, which gripped an incandescent bulb and the lamp's shade. Silently, Ivan removed the shade with his left hand and gripped the heads of the lamp lovers with his right. In a violent movement he didn't think himself capable of, he swung the base of the lamp with all his might at the head of the distracted girl.