When he was admitted to the hospital, she put the chair out in his favourite spot in the corner of the garden. She couldn’t visit him, so she sat next to the chair and spoke to him as though he was still there.
She kept the chair there all through lockdown, even after she knew he wouldn’t ever be coming back.
It sits there still as she watches the news and sees the Prime Minister apologising for attending parties during lockdown. He’ll pay the fine, but he won’t resign.
She goes outside and sits next to the chair as the dark, cold night descends.
They’ll find her sitting there still the following morning.
Written for Friday Fictioneers 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).
A topical one for those of us in the UK, to try and dispel some of my anger at the latest headlines from our ‘leaders’ behaviour during the pandemic.