The empty desk.

The Empty Desk No pencils, no pens, not even a desk pad. Empty. Empty drawers and a cold empty chair. He used to sit there once, but now he is gone Dad was an intelligent man. He was a qualified doctor; he was also a professor in Psychology. I used to love sitting on his lap and listening to stories, stories of when he was a young, energetic boy and what mischief he got up …

…Three months past before I decided to walk into his room. It was difficult. On his cabinet there were pictures, some of me, some of mom and some with us all. His desk still sits there, the sun still shines onto the desktop, but there is still no pencils, no pens, not even a desk pad. Empty. Empty drawers and a cold empty chair. He used to sit there once, but now he is gone.