Elegiac

Elegiac The hotel was empty no one the reception area I walked upstairs and all the room where empty. The restaurant at the hotel had a grubby air like human activity swiftly fell on plates as dust. I looked out of the window it had snowed and snowy footsteps on pavements but no people. Evening came early, streetlamps came on and snow fell on the vacant road keeping its knowledge I got a blanket from one of the rooms sat in The foyer waited and had no clear idea what the waiting was about, maybe a phone call. Then it was morning her funeral was at ten but this was not a day for a hearty breakfast the street had people not sharing my sorrow.