New here but wanted to share a piece that I wrote a while back. I haven’t written much like it but thinking about doing more; so, I thought I’d post here to see if maybe I should try more or just find a more suitable hobby, like drinking myself to death, lol. Hopefully, this is the right place for this. Anyway, here it is:
# The Chair
“Damn it!” She heard him yell from the far end of the house.
He was in his office. He had spent most every night the last few weeks working at his desk, well into the night, leaving early in the morning before she woke.
“What’s wrong, dear?” Her voice was soft, sweet. The accent of her small town southern roots had long ago faded but he could still catch its slight presence, especially when her emotions were high. He had said, what seemed a lifetime ago, her voice was angelic and one of the few things left in the world that would soothe him. Lately, she wondered if there was anything that could ease his restless, sleepless nights.
“It’s this damn chair, again.”