She found the old armchair on the pavement, a beat-up dark leather job. A classic freecycle.
From her student days into womanhood, it accumulated stories: her one-time bisexual romp, her mother’s last meal, her son’s playchair, her husband’s evening cigar: practising smoke-rings when he thought no one was watching.
The impression of derrières became ever deepened. The horse hair falling out of the caved seat was not a surprise, but the miniature femur which followed was. Later, she was shown five tiny skeletons, some wisps of human hair and the tapestry of slaughter soaked into the underside of the leather.
Above is the 100-word story “Freecycle” that I’ve just submitted for the Jeffrey Archer Short Story Challenge (NB I’ve checked the rules, and it’s fine for me to publish it here). Many thanks to the guys at WLWG for their feedback yestereve. As always, their input was invaluable. Fingers crossed. I will only hear if I’m one of the 20 shortlisted. But in any case, shortlisted or not, it was a good exercise to do it and I thoroughly enjoyed writing this piece.
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