An Empty Chair at a Lonely Table
It was beyond instinct now.
It was just something that she would do without thought.
After all, for so many years, there were two plates set upon the table. Each plate filled with spaghetti and each plate would be emptied. But now, as the second plate had been set a pause was found.
That plate, was no longer needed. She knew this. The owner of that plate, wasn’t home. They would never come home. She knew this. And yet, she still found herself placing out the silverware as well as a bottle filled with red right beside it.
With the table set, she piled her plate high with her favorite dish. Near overflowing the plate onto the table itself in her eagerness to enjoy her meal. However, once her food had been served she returned her gaze to the plate opposite her and the empty chair behind it. It would be so easy, to fill the plate and simply pretend.
But….
After placing the bowl back upon the counter she seated herself across from that empty plate, watching it for a time. As if waiting for it to suddenly be pushed towards her as if to be asked to be filled. Her gaze drifted from the plate to the empty chair.
It would never be filled again, she knew that.
But…
She just couldn’t bring herself to put it away.
After all, what sort of sister would she be if she didn’t set a place for them?
A very….uncool sister. A very uncool sister indeed.
