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Here are your prompts for today
Write about an old chair
wrong tool for the right job
“Are you looking for something specific?”
The kind of character whom people automatically mistrust.
STAND AND DELIVER, FICTIONEERS!
Grandad's chair was worn perfectly to the shape of his body. He had it for at least 40 years before he passed, and nearly every memory his grandchildren had of him were connected to that chair. He rocked the babies until they slept, played "giddy-up pony" with the toddlers, read to squirming elementary age kids, and even held a crying teenager or two after a break up. When he died, most of the family who eulogized him mentioned the chair as a place of connection and comfort, a tangible image of love and constancy over generations.
None of the children was able to take the chair from its place in Grandad and MawMaw's living room. MawMaw had been in a nursing home for several years, and the house needed to be cleaned and sold. The more they thought about it, the harder it became for the siblings to imagine life without Grandad and his chair. So the house, and the chair, sat empty, waiting for someone to take the lead on what had to happen next. Most of the house did get packed up and cleaned out, but the chair remained in its place next to the fireplace, covered with the last blanket MawMaw had crocheted to cover the worn leather.
The years passed, and eventually the house fell victim to age, disrepair, storms, and nature. The children stopped visiting, and the grandchildren grew up and had their own children, and then grandchildren. The boys had their own chairs where they rocked the babies and read to the squirmers. The girls crocheted blankets to cover the worn places in those chairs, and new memories were made.
Grandad's chair never decayed. The forest grew up around it and the chair with its crocheted blanket were preserved by the love they had witnessed and passed on. There is a hidden place in an open space in the forest where Grandad's chair and MawMaw's blanket rest, waiting to pass on the comfortable wear of constant love to any weary traveler who happens by.