Home Alone
They all gathered for drinks at
sunset one last time. It was fittingly glorious. Glasses
clinked and laughter abounded. But now they were gone, moved on to
wherever, and the house was still. Now it was just me
watching the twilight and wondering of tomorrow. The tables were empty,
and everything was put away. The many feet and occasional dropped hors
d'oeuvre that this great carpet has endured would be no more.
Times change, I’d have to get used to it. Though now with the house
to myself food would indeed be a bit more challenging. Oh well, at least
I wouldn’t have to worry about being chased by that damn cat.
Story contributed by John Galloway
