The Best Flashlight

The flashlight beam swept across the dusty piano. The "Liszt Rhapsody" was gone, as was the sound of shattering plates. In the corner of the abandoned living room, I found them. Tom was no longer baring his teeth and claws, and Jerry was no longer playing pranks. These two old rivals, who had chased each other for 80 years, were sleeping peacefully together. It turns out that when the spotlight goes out, when the children grow up and leave, they are each other's only support. Goodnight, Tom. Goo