empty chairs

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The glasses were cleaned and put on display.  The bottles had been dusted and turned so their labels could clearly be seen.  The counter had been polished and the chairs pushed neatly into a row.  The bar was ready for patrons, but those patrons would never come.

Gone were the days of fun and frivolity.  The doors were closed forever, the taps turned off, and the lights shown down on the empty spaces.  No more could friends meet after their eight hour shifts to laugh and share stories, to reminisce and to boldly state their visions of the future.  The future had come and it was bleak.

The bar continued to stand, untouched, unblemished, a testament to the way life used to be.  Some said the lights stayed on as a beacon of hope for those who scurried past on the broken streets.  Others said it was simply an oversight that would soon be corrected.  Regardless, there were few left to talk about anything, and fewer still who had even noticed the lights still burning.  Too much of the city was really burning for much attention to be paid to the bar.

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Written in response to Moi’s Picture Writing Challenge and inspired largely by the first thing that came to mind when I looked at this picture: the song from Les Miserables, “Empty Chairs at Empty Tables.”

What do you see when you look at the picture?

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