Sunday Photo Fiction — The Chair

BE5C280E-CC2A-4BC9-8D42-5405FC2693BDA small crowd of people gathered on the sidewalk and we’re staring at the chair that was situated in the middle of the road. “Why would anyone leave a chair in the road like that?” One of the bystanders asked.

“I’m going to move it to the side,” another said.

“Wait,” a third called out. “Maybe someone left it there on purpose.”

“I saw a large van parked near here last night,” someone else said. “Maybe the movers failed to load it in the truck before driving off,” she said.

“I think I’ve seen that chair before,” a woman said. “Yes, I distinctly remember it. It belongs to Elizabeth and Tom, who live at number 14.” The woman walked up to the home and rang the bell. Elizabeth answered the door and the woman could see from her red eyes that Elizabeth had been crying.

“Elizabeth, isn’t that one of your chairs sitting in the middle of the road?” the woman said.

Elizabeth started balling. “Tom left me,” she sobbed. “I found this text message on my phone this morning when I woke up.” She then handed the woman her iPhone.07EEC239-0906-4944-B2D5-47227811B311

Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction prompt, now from new host, Donna McNichol. Yes, I know, it’s Tuesday, but sometimes things take time. Photo credit: Pexels from Pixabay.

SoCS — Leave It Be

75A32B1F-B038-4878-960F-A6F2E9F6479AIt was autumn, the season when the leaves leave the trees, when you told me that you were going to leave me.

I’ll never forget it. It was a late afternoon on a cool, crisp fall day. You said that you wanted to take a walk in the park and that we needed to talk. Then you confessed that you no longer loved me. You said that you were leaving me.

I was in a state of shock. I didn’t understand. I thought everything was fine between us. But you said that that was the problem. You said that I didn’t really see you, see us. You told me that you’d found someone else who did see you. You said that you were leaving me for him.

And then you left. You left me standing alone. I sat down on a park bench and watched the leaves falling from the trees, floating to the ground and swirling around, carried by the autumn breezes that had suddenly grown much colder.

That was two years ago. It’s autumn, again. I am sitting on that same bench in that same park, watching as the leaves are once again leaving the trees.

My cellphone rings. It’s you. You tell me that you’re leaving your new man. You tell me that it isn’t working out with him. You say that he doesn’t really see you. You tell me that you miss me, miss us.

I tell you that I’ve moved on and that you should too. I say that we need to leave well enough alone; that we need to leave it be. And then I say goodbye.

Written for this today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. Our task is to use the word “leaves.” Photo credit: