the soft wood of the bannister warmed her fingers as she moved down the stairs taking one last glance behind her. she paused at the bottom and looked across the empty living room. shadows of familiar furniture and familiar faces played across her memory. the space where his chair used to be pulled her forward and she slid her feet across the carpet. dust motes danced in a beam of sun that cleaved the room from an open window.
as she stood within the open space memories played out before her, circled her, sat before her and waited patiently by the door. they smiled, they laughed, they ran a warm hand across her cheek. she touched her face and fought at the knot in her throat. she smiled at the empty space. warmth rose in her chest and she turned.
she crossed the threshold into the morning air and turned to pull the door closed. the memories inside called to her and waved. the empty walls vibrated with longing and she hesitated as she breathed the warm scent of home. as she turned the key she lay her forehead against the panelled wood and the sun dried the path of a tear across her cheek.
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