On Lonely Shores
Graham sat alone in his armchair staring at the unlit television. It was an old CRT television set; he felt he hadn't needed anything else in the long years he had lived here. He was surrounded by curios of a house well lived-in: framed photos, books with bent spines, and clashing wallpaper and decor. It used to be only him and his parents that lived there. Now that Graham was beginning to show some gray himself, it was only him, his son Cameron, and his younger daughter Moira. His wife, Mairi, had long since been gone, from his youngest's last birthday as far as he could recall. Photos of their memories together littered the walls between and betwixt the others, only highlighting her absence all the more.
