Chandeliers that cost more than his car lit Gareth’s face as he entered the dining hall. There was a preternatural stillness in the air.
He looked at the wax dripping from one of the candles and wondered how long it would be before the flame went out.
A sound came from Gareth’s left – the gasping and groaning of an old door. Gareth watched as Mr. Acker entered, his elegant dinner suit perfectly pressed as it always was.
“They aren’t coming, are they?” Mr. Acker asked.
Gareth shook his head. “No, sir.”
“Shame,” Mr. Acker muttered. “It would have been nice.”
They never came. Gareth knew that. Night after night, the old man made them lay out the same places for the same party, a party that had ended thirty years ago. The room had remained the same since then, stuck in that night.
So had Mr. Acker.
Word Count: 147
This is my entry for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and to Graham from the blog grahamisjustmyname for providing the photo prompt.