pictured

His eyes looked to the left side of the room where an old worn out couch sat in front of the front windows. Across from the couch was a broken down chair and an old television.
The boy closed his eyes as his mind drifted back to his old house by the river. He pictured his mother’s upright piano standing against one wall between the living room and the kitchen. It was the center piece of their small house and the pride of his mother. The boy wondered if the new owners played it each day.He imagined the smell of fresh baked apple pies cooling in the kitchen.