[ wp ] The House Where Time Stopped

The house had stood the test of time. The tide of change ebbed and flowed outside its walls, but inside nothing ever changed. Through the front door, boots stood unlaced and muddied with laces tracing the same pattern as 100 years before. The coat rack held a vest, a hat, and an olive drab uniform coat still adorned with the mud of a day's training. Inside the kitchen, a saucer sat with an ornamented cup holding the leaning spoon of a long dried tea. At the rear of the house, the bedroom was warmed by the morning sun shining through opened curtains reminding the floors of the summers of youth. The covers of the bed were pulled back and a book sat by the pillow with a page forever bookmarked at page 162. It's master had gone to war. 
 
 When the soldier left, they could n't bear to change a thing. When the soldier fought, they would walk through the rooms praying for his safety. When the soldier fell, they came to the house and remembered him. The small cottage became the last monument of the young soldier, and a lasting tribute to a fallen son. 
 

