Yes, it’s time again for the 100-word story weekly challenge. My entry (Steven the Nuclear Man) is below; be sure to stop by 100 word stories to read the rest and vote for the best! This week’s theme is:
Chair
It first creaked as she rocked in summer’s heat, waiting for the baby. Dad fixed it, but she wouldn’t sit in it until he made it squeak again. She rocked through my breastfeeding and tantrums. I showed up once
with teenage bravado and a cigarette. She stopped. I put the
cigarette out and heard the rhythmic creak again. I missed it when I left for college. Squeaks lulled me to sleep when
I returned for Dad’s funeral. It’s silent now. My wife asks if I’m okay. The wind moves the rocker, and for a second I pretend that I am.
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