One thing that always surprises me is how a tiny piece of a memory can jump at you and demand to be retold in a completely different story. Take the couch that inspired today’s story for example (and yes, I swear it actually exists exactly as described). I might have sat on it once or twice but mostly, it was this piece of furniture that can only fit amidst the mishmash décor of a students’ café in college. I remember it being in my peripheral vision while I worked out the details of some team assignment or studied for mid-terms.
And it’s now the central piece of a drabble! Who would have thought?
Here is how the drabble challenge works!
- Read the prompt and find your angle.
- Write a drabble (100 words story, give or take five words).
- Post a direct link to your drabble in the comments (or, if you don’t have a blog, just go ahead and post your drabble in the comments).
In honor of that souvenir that suddenly popped in my head, today’s drabble prompt is : Couch!
Here is my story!
I fired the match and dropped it on the cushions. Of the array of couches that shouldn’t exist, the one in front of me certainly deserved to die smoking. I suspected its designer wasn’t in his right mind; who could think leopard print was suited for furnishing?
I tolerated the student-pay couch long enough. It looked like a porno flick prop and embraced an unreasonable amount of alcohol-induced sex scenes. So really, burning it was a sign of my newfound reason.
Nothing to do with erasing the remnants of my ex…es.
Nope, it’s “grown-up me.”
Then, the fire alarm rang.