An empty seat

An impromptu visit to a local theatre brought an unexpected surprise. The show was marvellous with a fine cast and an excellent script – the reviews said it all but it’s good to make up your own mind. This was the last night of a fortnight’s run and there were just a few seats left; we took two next to a single aisle seat – incidentally not offered to us. As we took our places I wondered at the unoccupied chair next to us; I caught a glimpse of a small brass plate bearing a name and it brought a smile of recognition. I half expected the son to turn up and sit in his father’s seat as he was no longer in this world to do so himself.
The lights went down and still the seat was empty and in this play of death and immortality and matriarchal queens, I wondered if somehow the space was kept for him to still enjoy the entertainment as he had in his lifetime. As I rose, I noticed that my own seat bore the name of his wife who no longer resides over here.
Lady of D14 I hope that you don’t mind that I sat in your place and had your view of the stage but I did appreciate it very much – it was a truly wonderful evening.


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