It was mid-morning and he stood in the front hall of the townhouse. He was alone in the room and all was quiet as he looked around the room. Everything was still there in its place....the arm chairs, the bar in the corner...the chess board on the coffee table in front of the fire.
Memories filled every room of the townhouse. He could see the faces of family and friends who had lived and visited. He could hear the emotions in their voices as they spoke, laughed, cried, fought. He replayed the games of chess that were played...on and off the board. He drew a deep breath as his gaze swept over the room once more. To look at the room, nothing had changed.
However, for the barrister, the change was palpable.
Memories filled every room of the townhouse. He could see the faces of family and friends who had lived and visited. He could hear the emotions in their voices as they spoke, laughed, cried, fought. He replayed the games of chess that were played...on and off the board. He drew a deep breath as his gaze swept over the room once more. To look at the room, nothing had changed.
However, for the barrister, the change was palpable.