The challenge…In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a chair on a porch. Why is it there, and what might it mean? Think about using it as a prop or the main thrust of your story.
The deadline for the piece has passed but I figured I’d write it anyway.
In her final few years, her family now long gone, she would simply sit and watch the seasons change from her chair in front of the window.
As memories faded into nothing, time racing by unrelenting, neighbourhood children passed by and waved occasionally before running off excitedly. Spring enticed summer, and autumn blew away into winter and always she watched.
When snow fell she would pull a small blanket across her knees. It was the one he had given her all those years ago. Before he left. She smiled to herself and waited, he would be home soon surely.