2012/11/25

Red Chair


There were readings of romance in the sunlight, gothic novels in the evening when the blinds were down and the lights shone amber.  The walls held tropical paintings and engravings of maps.  The children loved those maps as were spun tales of adventure, what had been in the past, what might be in the future. Benedict on the carpet would patiently await his ears being rubbed en route to bed.

I wonder where on those long lost maps the children would be found today. Do their young ones have a faithful collie in attendance?

Do we want to save the chair?  No.  Ghosts take up too much room in our lives.

Thanks to The Mag

11 comments:

Brian Miller said...

ah, feeling the empty nest a bit in this...the feel of what once was...the kids, the pups...where are they now....felt write...

ReBelle said...

This really took me to another time. thanks.

Gail said...

There is a bit of sadness in this room. We have all sensed it. You have voiced it very well.

Laurie Kolp said...

So vivid... thought-provoking.

Linda said...

The instances remembered here relate to all of us, especially with families stretched far and wide across the planet. Thank you for sharing this poignant thinking, DCW. I loved it! =D

Kelvin S.M. said...

..Ghosts take up too much room in our lives... I wondered at those words for some time... Then i realized, aren't we the ghosts of the coming years you mentioned here? Hmmn..

Helen said...

... this will be one of my favorites!

Wayne Pitchko said...

nicely written...thanks

Tess Kincaid said...

Yes...ghosts do...sometimes they must be taken out...

elizabeth said...

Always something romantic about decay and disrepair
when in real life one would be madly cleaning up.....

a thoughtful beautifully written post

Marinela said...

Beautifully written :) :) ... love your work :)

Warmly
marinela

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