• Jeff South

Blogtober, Day 31

Word of the Day: Broken


Leslie admired the corner chair that now sat in the middle of their garage and wondered if this while Marty thumbed through a comic book he found after scoring no albums.


“I’ll have to find just the right fabric for this chair. The ones I already have won’t work in the dining room.” She surveyed the garage, annoyed at what she classified as a mess. “This place is a disaster.


“It’s hardly a disaster.” Marty didn’t look up from his comic. “Your workspace is cleaner than most hospitals.”


“I just don’t want anything on this chair broken. I paid a lot for it.”


“If it breaks,” Marty said, “maybe that’ll break the curse on it.”


Leslie rolled her eyes at the comment.


“Hi, Mommy.” Their six-year old son Mason bounced into the garage clutching a stuffed tiger.


“Hi, buddy.” Leslie knelt down and bopped his nose.


“Did you get a new chair, Mommy?”


“I did. Do you like it?”


Mason nodded and studied the chair for several silent seconds. A half smile formed on his cherubish face and he held out the tiger to the chair. The child smiled wider, nodded, and walked away. He walked a few steps away, turned back, and waved before exiting back into the house.


Leslie furrowed her brow and chuckled. “Did he just wave to the chair?”


Marty glared at his wife and she waved him off.


“Don’t,” she said.


“Who ya waving at, buddy?” Marty asked.


The boy replied, “he says his name his Terry.”


6 views

Recent Posts

See All

Blogtober, Day 30

Word of the Day: Burn “What is wrong with you?” Leslie shook her head at her husband and used her inner monologue to remind her why she was attracted to him the first place because he was acting like

Blogtober, Day 29

Word of the day: Jump “Terry,” Marty said, “I’d like to speak to my wife, please.” Leslie stood and stepped toward Marty. Her sinister expression caused him to take a slight stumble backward, a move t

© 2017 by JEFF SOUTH. Proudly created with Wix.com