More than Nostalgia
Part 1
Adam was obsessing over a new piece of furniture he had bought. 'New', however, was something of a misnomer, as the divan was well over one-hundred years old and had been a gift to Adam's parents. He fluttered around it, his eyes alight with a nostalgia akin to happiness as he ran his hands across it, tutted at some minuscule tear or scuff, and sat himself upon it only to fling himself up and spin about his living room trying to decide the best place to put it.
Georgina watched him with amusement. "I really don't understand why you insist on buying this old stuff, Mr. Adam; you could buy much more fashionable stuff for a lot less."
"Fashion, Miss Jones, is temporal, gone with the next wind of public fancy."
"Yeah, I can see that," Georgina teased, "that's why you can't buy this stuff in the shops anymore."
"This, my dear Miss Jones," Adam gestured to the divan, "is not fashion, it is elegance, and I can hardly hold myself at fault for the taste of this generation."
Georgina giggled, shaking her head, then asked more seriously, "Why do you buy this old furniture, Adam?"
Adam didn't answer right away, his eyes darkened and he hesitated, but finally said, "Because it is evidence they were here. Because, if but for the most fleeting of moments, it feels as though they're still alive."
"Your family and friends."
"Yes."
They said nothing more on the subject, but Georgina never laughed at his obsession over the old furniture again.
