By Denise Chick
I sit at the table and remove my feet. I ponder whether to remove my lower leg but decide that would be too forward. My feet take their place next to the chair when doubt creeps in. Do I know this woman well enough to remove my limbs? Perhaps she didn’t notice. She’s younger than me, and might have different rules of etiquette.
Imagine my relief when she takes her seat and detaches her forearm. It crawls across the table and holds my hand. My feet creep across the carpet and settle next to hers. Our fingers dance around the plates.
Lovely imagery, warming and friendly story. Congratulations, a nice piece of work.
Thank you, glad you enjoyed it.
Such a lovely story with vibrant imagery – well done!
Thank you, I’m glad it evoked an image for you
I wondered where this was heading. By the end it was magical.
Magical- Thank you, that’s a lovely complement.
This is so well-done! Kudos, Denise!
Thank you, its always such a thrill to see your name on a piece of work
Really interesting work D. Thankyou for sharing ?
WTH?
I really like this. It’s clever and life affirming.
What finely-calibrated surprises in each successive sentence. Beautiful imagery. Wow.
Brilliant! Quirky and surreal, my kind of story.
Great piece. I can’t stop smiling.
What a lovely piece… well written and I love the ending… kudos…