| General Fiction posted February 17, 2022 |
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Some objects are part of the family.
The Chair
by Barry Penfold
100 Word Flash Fiction Contest Winner
The wrinkled and patched leather of the chair, reminded me of my father's face. Worn but comfortable. He was gone now, and the chair stood alone ,collecting dust in our study.
My wife advocated for its placement in the lounge. "He might drop in, and the kids love playing in it". I admired how she dealt with death as if it was life. Perhaps it was.
The chair was remarkably suited to the lounge. The kids did love it and every creak of its frame told me a story. Dad was here. His love had never left. He was happy.
My wife advocated for its placement in the lounge. "He might drop in, and the kids love playing in it". I admired how she dealt with death as if it was life. Perhaps it was.
The chair was remarkably suited to the lounge. The kids did love it and every creak of its frame told me a story. Dad was here. His love had never left. He was happy.
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Writing Prompt Write a flash fiction story. 100 words exactly. Title not included in count. |
100 Word Flash Fiction Contest Winner |
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Chairs are not just for sitting. They are tellers of stories and pleasant memories.
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