surfaces for fiction

there is an armoury within the cellar, and within the armoury is a quill-stand, a wood binder, a chest and footed arrows. seeking quiet and retribution on paper, she takes the old staircase with the brand new stairs. outside it is paling into blue, and the window sill is uninviting with indentured coffee-cup stains, which she occupies anyway. the kitchen top is laden with ceramic dishes, green and white. elsewhere in the house is a desk.