Empty Chairs At Empty Tables
George looked around at the tables where he had once sat among his ward mates. The odd piece of graffiti still littered the desks along with random drawings.
With a small bitter sweet smile, George walked around until he faced the board from where he would have sat and swept his eyes over the room.
He saw it as it used to be. The desks-
in rows, two chairs to each one. Horace in the back corner bragging to Jenny, one only paying attention in the history of battles and legends and the other in cooking.
Alyss next to him, involved the whole time and taking as much as she could in about everything. Mainly though other countries.
And Will.
He was sitting in the front left of the room, not paying attention to anything. It was obvious that his thoughts were living somewhere other than in the classroom.
- had been upturned, ready to be put away until they were needed for the next year. The scuff marks from boots had been polished away until only the deepest ones were visible.
'And yet I am the only one here now,' he said to the empty room.
With one last look around the room, Horace was now drawing a rude image of the old teacher, George left.
With a small bitter sweet smile, George walked around until he faced the board from where he would have sat and swept his eyes over the room.
He saw it as it used to be. The desks-
in rows, two chairs to each one. Horace in the back corner bragging to Jenny, one only paying attention in the history of battles and legends and the other in cooking.
Alyss next to him, involved the whole time and taking as much as she could in about everything. Mainly though other countries.
And Will.
He was sitting in the front left of the room, not paying attention to anything. It was obvious that his thoughts were living somewhere other than in the classroom.
- had been upturned, ready to be put away until they were needed for the next year. The scuff marks from boots had been polished away until only the deepest ones were visible.
'And yet I am the only one here now,' he said to the empty room.
With one last look around the room, Horace was now drawing a rude image of the old teacher, George left.