Diary Drabble: Marble

The marble busts played eerie guard to the entrance of the hallway, which itself crept out in chequered tiles to form a circle, before reaching up to the old oak stairs. In this welcoming room there were no signs of life at all. Footsteps echoed on occasion, ricocheting upstairs on to the mezzanine announcing when anyone was home.

The hallway used to be more animated, when laughter bounced back and forth between its walls. Until one day silence had fallen. Even the air feels paused, like it...