A Room to Let

A solitary soul man dwelling within the confines of his empty house, with a room to spare. He extended an open invitation, hoping against hope that someone, anyone, would step through his door.

As he flung open the door to his home, days turned into weeks, and the room remained as untouched and empty as always.

Then, one day, she appeared— a stranger wandering through the halls of his home. Her presence stirred a flicker of hope.

Sitting on the twin-sized bed in the spare room, he watched as she moved through the rooms with a distant gaze, her footsteps echoing hollowly against the silent walls, ignoring him.

Beside the bed stands a nightstand, its weathered surface bearing the scars of years gone by. A reading lamp, its frayed shade and yellow light, cast a soft glow across the room, illuminating the space with a sense of quiet nostalgia.

Still, she passed him by, seeking refuge and comfort elsewhere. Perhaps the furniture, like him, seems too old, too plain for her better tastes.

His door is still open in hopeful anticipation of unspoken desires. And in the quiet stillness of his home, he waits, ever hopeful that one day, someone will step through his door and fill his void.