By J I Black
Life as a couch is never dull.
My cushions hide secrets.
The corpse, my ex, planned to replace me with a futon.
“Piece of junk,” Mike yelled when his iPhone fell under my cushions. He pinged my springs unkindly.
I gobbled him up and spat out his phone.
The coroner ruled misadventure.
Dave, with no sense of smell, got me cheap. He pushed me into our new abode, unaware of my odiferous stench.
Dave’s girlfriend whined about my divine sagginess.
“I love my couch. It stays.”
She flounced out.
What can I say? I’m a possessive possession, and now, Dave’s loveseat.
Very imaginative.
Funny and creative.
What a great imaginative short story, right to the point, I love it ??
Creepy…yet funny. Beautifully imagined short story.
Enjoyed quirkiness of talking sofa.
Stacatto presentation – great.
Very imaginative Julie xx
Lovely!
Gruesomely good!
Love it –
Love it – make you think doesn’t it?
Waw! Thought provoking, I’ll remember this if I ever sit on a saggy sofa!