a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Monday, February 27, 2012

Saturday Centus...On Tuesday Night

The picture has absolutely nothing to do with Saturday Centus by Jenny Matlock.  Jenny likes to present a writing challenge each week and see what we can do with it.  I'm always more than a day late and a dollar short...but I get there.

This week's challenge was 106 words including the phrase "the chair dominated the small room".

THE CHAIR
The owner had died but the memories and the chair remained. How many times had we sat in that chair being punished for some indiscretion, for some faux pas, we had no clue we had committed?

With Mother gone, we had moved in. Why not? We’d paid our dues.

It was time to break the chain. This had gone on too long. The legacy of the chair must be stopped here…with us.

The chair dominated the small room and it beckoned with a promise of pain.

We remembered Mother smiling when she placed us there.  Instead of destroying the evil, smiling, we announced, “Time out!”

16 comments:

Country Gal said...

Wonderfuly writen ! Love your photo! have a good day !

LindaG said...

Very interesting, Gail!

Nezzy said...

Oh those wonderful 'time out' chairs. Mom didn't 'time out'...she spanked...done deal! Heeehehehe!

Great write sweetie.

God bless and enjoy the evenin' friend! :o)

Honey said...

Ah yes! The famous time out chair. That was a touching story of memories. Thanks for visiting my blog!

Dreaming said...

No! Not THE time out chair!
Nice job!

labbie1 said...

Interesting...

I like the photo of the clouds with the jet stream stabbing them like a spear.

Jim said...

Gail, I was afraid of the ending. But you made it a happy one. I like those kind of stories.
I think she was a nice mother who taught her children how to smile even when things were going tough.

This is my first Saturday Centus. I am liking it.
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Carol Kilgore said...

Very nice, Gail!

Irene said...

You sure took mother's pleasure out of the time out chair. Good for you.

Judie said...

My mother would switch us on the legs when were were "bad" and to add insult to injury, she made us go out and cut the switch! My father would put the two of us in separate chairs, back to back, and made us sit there until we started giggling!

Sue said...

Ahhhh, sweet memories! Not.

Well done, Gail!

=)

DesertHen said...

Great photo! Never had a chair to sit in, always just got a spanking! Great job!

Tina said...

be interesting to know exactly what went on in the chair!

writetuit said...

Well done, the history of that chair dominates the tale, and I like the ending. Changeing history with new rules.

Anna said...

Childhood memories! A chair can mean so many different things.
Nice story.
Best wishes,
Anna
Marias's New Chair" for SCwk 95

Jenny said...

Uh oh. 'Mommy Dearest' comes to mind!

We had a 'spanking' chair growing up. I would never, ever sit in that thing voluntarily.

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Thanks for a different twist on the prompt this week.

I enjoyed how believable this was!

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