The stony chair

My family gone. My house gone. I was left as a ghost alone. I went to see just one last time the land I grew up on. In my sight there was something unusual , it was a sofa made with solid brick and a chubby, fat cat at the top of the stand. "How did that get there?" I asked myself. Suddenly a glimpse of my beautiful, big, brown eye spotted a maroon bloodstain. What happened? Who died? Why is that here? I kept on asking questions, but there was no sign of what or why that was there.