Five impeccable place settings, but only one dinner guest.
It used to be a vibrant dining room. Not anymore. Not since fate interfered and took them away from her. Cruelly. Unexpectedly.
She misses their laughing, their touch, the warmth that made this old house a home. Now she’s left with only memories. Only ghosts.
Emily sits at the head of the table. She grabs the ladle from the small ceramic pot and serves herself a steaming bowl of soup.
She watches the steam fade, and the soup get cold.
She waits quietly for dinner guests she knows will never arrive.
The Weekday One Hundred 