Monday, September 14, 2009

Now It Looks Worse with Shorter Legs

The girl made it back home at last. She's had missed her life back home.

Except months later after she made it back home, she becomes aware she hasn't missed much of her life back home really.

What is this for? said the girl. The girl's father brought back a chair that she has trashed earlier. The girl's father did not answer. He sawed the legs. It is a nice stool, said the girl's father.

Nobody will sit on it, said the girl. It is ugly.

You are ugly, said the girl's father.

The girl went to her room. Not exactly her room. The family has made it into a store room after she married the boy. Hurt. She cried for a bit. She had spent time clearing things that did no purpose in the house. Especially the chair.

Now it looks worse with shorter legs, says the girl over the phone. I know, says the boy.

The boy wants to tell the girl to forget about the chair. But he chokes.

What? the girl asks.

I am boiling the water, says the boy.

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