Sunday Photo Fiction

 

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We used to sit side by side in our rocking chairs, swaying like a couple of metronomes. Then one day one of my rockers snapped off. I said she should snap off one of hers, after all, we did everything together like sets of dentures or buttock cheeks. She refused. Backwards and forwards she went while I sat motionless.

The next day I spotted a fallen branch in the park. It may have been a root, but whatever. ‘I could fashion a new rocker from part of that’ I said. ‘Good idea’ she said, so I did. In no time at all, we were rocking together again, although it has to be said my swaying was a little uncomfortable thanks to the lumps and bumps on the piece of dead wood twixt my posterior and the floor. So it came as something of a relief when one evening a rocker ‘unexpectedly’ broke off her chair. Unfortunately, she went hurtling backwards, bashing her head on my favourite bottle of whisky. Thankfully it didn’t smash.

Now we sit perfectly still like a couple of bookends or a pair of old slippers. And the best bit? We no longer keep slopping our wine!

 

200 words precisely!

 

spf-09-23-18-fandango-2Sunday Photo Fiction is hosted by Susan Spaulding. Thanks go to Fandango for the photo.

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