She wanted so much to get off that seat by the window. Heck, she wanted more than to throw away that chair.
It was at an antique shop that they saw the chair. She was instantly in love with it. The curve, the wood, the paint. Everything was what she knew would be perfect.
It was in that chair that she sat and looked out to wait for him. It was in there that she felt the excitement of seeing his car turn into their gravel driveway. It was in there that he would come up to her and give her a day's worth of hugs.
But things changed. He changed. They changed.
Now, she wanted nothing to do with the chair and the window and the gravel driveway and the black sedan by their garage. She wanted to throw them all out.
For now, no one would be using them anymore.
Photo by: Annette Pehrsson
