• Friendship

    Just a Piece of Furniture

    He sat on me every morning with his black coffee and newspaper, every afternoon with his cheese sandwich and lemonade, and every evening to watch the six o’clock news. He read to me, stories of adventure and wonder. He talked to me when the loneliness grew heavy and thick like a raincloud. He sang to me, sombre lyrics, jolly lyrics. Some rare days we didn’t see each other at all. He was my companion, and I was his. One afternoon, after a few bites of his cheese sandwich, he slumped so far into me, I could feel the weight of his entire life. He didn’t finish his sandwich. He sat…

  • Family,  Romance

    A Cushion Too Far

    “Frank!” I’m not talking to her. I am staying right here in my office until she gets rid of one. I have somewhere to sit in my office. One comfy leather chair. It’s not like I can sit in the living room. “Frank, you’re being ridiculous.” Scatter cushions. What are scatter cushions? What is the point of them? I hate them. Despise them. Or perhaps I’m missing something in my old age. Perhaps I need someone to explain to me what a sofa is used for. Because apparently, it isn’t something to sit on anymore. Not with all the scatter cushions in the way. Maggie came home today with four…