Take a seat & listen

The sofa chair sits damp and dark in the corner of the abandoned house, its once-vibrant fabric now stained and sagging with the weight of time. Springs creak softly as if remembering the last person who ever sat there—someone who left in a hurry, or maybe never got the chance.

Mold creeps along the edges like shadows with purpose, and the cushions are torn, their insides spilling out like forgotten thoughts. The chair faces the cold hearth, as though still waiting for a fire that will never be