I stared at my nemesis.
Last night I had thrown the chair into the lake, shouting ‘good riddance’ as I heaved it as far as I could. I heard the splash in the dark.
Overnight the lake had frozen.
This morning there it was, sitting upright. Waiting for me.
Mum saw me looking out the window.
‘Did you put the chair out there?’
I nodded. Mum shook her head.
‘Then I think you should go and sit on the chair again. One day you will learn how to behave. Best wrap up.’
I swear the chair was grinning at me.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
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