{a standoff with the crimson chair in the corner of granny’s parlor}
.
have a seat,
it beckons. but
i am not fooled.
the devil has sat
there, i am sure
of it. i can still
see the outline
of his tail on the
cushion. i’m quite
certain he ate the
orange one of gran’s
ancient hard candies –
see the scalloped dish,
slightly more empty?
i’m tempted
to run, but
i can’t do that,
either. so I shall
stand my ground
and just sit here
on the nice, safe
non-demonic couch.
..
prompted by quickly.
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of me and my kin, it can be said we have webb feet. Such is a name…
Oh my word!! I know just the kind! Expert gathering here and I love your POV! 🙂
This reminds me of one sacred family memory in particular. It involves a hotel, an extended family vacation, and an evil chair that flipped my husband over backward onto the floor. It. Was. So. Awesome.
This reminds me of that feeling of being scared stiff – frozen — when I was little. And thinking if I would just stay still nothing would happen, the fear would disappear, or at the very least I would not make the horrid thing happen that I was sure on the brink of happening. And that feeling of trying to think smarter than all of it, but being small and knowing somehow that I would be tricked by it all.
Your imagination! Oh my! LOVE IT!!
I second that!