He was sitting in front of the fireplace, his old companion
throughout all those long lonely evenings. It always gave him this feel that he
was being tended for. The comfortable warm radiation licking his old woolen
socks would always calm him to sleep, but not today. For today was special.
It’d been long since it was snowing this much. Snowflakes of size of feathers
were falling in a swirling gentle motion.
The last time the night was this white was… the night to
remember. But that was a long time ago. Those times he could still recognize
his sweet Anna, those times he would hold her hand and they would talk about
little things. The fire in the fireplace would enclose both of them and they
would lightly kiss goodnight.
And at that moment, after all those years he tilted his head
and looked at the spare armchair. Soft and lovely just like in those times, but
empty.
Smiling face, flowing locks of hair, dancing together with
her body in the rhythms of the music coming from their freshly bought
gramophone.
His heart pushed at the wall of his chest, taking the last
thump for itself… and for her.
