He looked in the mirror with surprise. No reflection! He looked down at his hands. They looked real enough. He felt real enough, but was he?
The house was quiet, too quiet, and as he stood in the hallway, he wondered if anyone else was home.
Opening the living room door, he glanced in. Two of the family cats were curled up on the couch asleep. They both looked up and hissed.
The kitchen too was deserted. The countertops were clear. No sign of a recent meal. Unusual…
Upstairs was the same. Beds all neatly made. Each of the bedroom windows were open just an inch or two and he could feel the cool breeze wafting in… or did he just imagine he felt it.
Glancing out of the window, he noted that two of the three family cars were still in the driveway. He noted too that they both needed washed.
His study was the last room he investigated. It looked exactly as he had left it. A laptop sat open on the desk. Wait…it wasn’t his. It was his daughter’s laptop.
There was a piece of paper sticking out from underneath it. Gently he slid it out. His hand trembled slightly.
It was a funeral order of service…his.
He looked up at the black tv screen above desk. No reflection…
Coral McCallum 