It was brown when we first got it
and the TV was placed immediately on it.
It always held useless junk
mementos and small ornaments.
things they give you at weddings that are supposed to remind you of the day
but all you want to do is forget.
I don't know the technical name for,
a table thing with a glass door,
a cabinet that loved the floor,
a buffet and dvd rack that came out from its side.
We got tired of it being brown.
I painted it mint green and white.
it was the first time I had an intimate look at this dull piece of furniture.
the scratches it gained over the years
like tattoos on a rebellious teen.
the laminate peeling off,
the glass window chipped in corners,
strange markings the carpenter had made.
when it was dry it was beautiful,
but it was still boring.
YOU ARE READING
King of Swords - Flash Fiction/Short story collection
Short StoryStories I've written for uni or for myself. A variety of genres and lengths. There is no real linear theme connecting them, however, they all still feel connected to me.
