The story of the Chair
Let’s contemplate on this orange chair.
It’s full of symbolism isn’t it?
A comfy chair placed in the middle of the road.
What stories does it evoke?
Did Sheila throw him out of the house or did Peter ask her to leave?
It looks well worn doesn’t it?
It might be a chair that Peter and Sheila purchased when they got married.
Perhaps it’s been replaced by another chair or even a set of chairs.
Maybe these new chairs are in black leather or striped yellow and green fabric.
We don’t know do we, and to be honest, I don’t really care.
Conceivably there might be traces of blood splatter, or other incriminating fluids. An item in a crime scene.
Hmm, that’s interesting isn’t it?
Peter finishes vacuuming the living room carpet, goes out to recover the chair from outside, and finds that someone has moved it from the courtyard to the road outside the house.
From my vantage point I watch him as he stoops to grab the chair.
I aim to the head, and ease the trigger, killing the unfortunate bastard with a single shot.
Well that’s another story to tell isn’t it. (196 words)
Sunday Photo Fiction has a new Host! Yay! Welcome Donna McNicol. I’m looking forward to this weekly challenge and I love the new look.
My featured photo this week was taken by a beach in the Outer Hebrides last year.