Chapter 14: Memories

Ryan walked into the living room with two bowls of steaming soup on a wooden tray from the kitchen right next to it. Carefully walking, he tried not to spill the overly filled soup on one of the bowl. He mistakenly filled the whole bowl without noticing it overflowing.

He put the tray on a rusty table in a dimly lit living room. That room had nothing but a rusty table with two sets of chair and an old antique looking wooden cupboard with no window whatsoever on there, not at least near the dining table. The light on the ceiling was too dim to call it light, and the giant wall clock in an owl’s shape hanging on the wall opposite to the table made the place frightening. He managed to put the tray in the center of the table, serving the bowls on there, one for him and the other for the guy sitting opposite to him on the table. 

The old man picked the spoon to dip on it with his shaky hands. They didn’t have any strength left to drink a spoonful of soup in this cold