Flash Fiction: The Wishing Chair

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson  for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here.

The old wood chair sat alone… in the snow. Once a set of six, now a set of none. For years she lived in the kids’ room. Clothes, toys, and books tossed on her. On rainy days and at night, Peter and Molly snuggled into her frame, laughing and giggling.

But children grow up. They forget their grand adventures and produce their own offspring. The next generation, too mesmerised by the screen to notice an old depressed chair.

Out in the cold, the chair waited. The sun tucked away in bed; the chair grew wings and wished herself home. 

~*~

Note:
This story is inspired by Enid Blyton’s The Wishing Chair. Or it could be a contemporary critique of modern society and depressed furniture. Your choice.

40 comments

  1. It’s not that hard to get sentimental over a piece of furniture. Took me forever to part with an old rocking chair, and yet looking back now I can’t remember where I disposed of it.

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  2. Tannille, I was only thinking of the Magic Wishing Chair earlier today. I was watching dancing all day and I often choreograph dances in my own head which will sadly never see the light of day. I thought of Enid Blyton’s books…the Magic Wishing Chair and the Faraway Tree in particular. I was absolutely enchanted by these books as a child…along with the Secret Seven. I have a stash of her books up in the roof. They’ll always be precious!
    Best wishes,
    Rowena

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    1. Other than “The Wishing Chair Again”, I don’t think I was exposed to Blyton’s books. When I was 9 I discovered Sweet Valley and became obsessed (refused to read much else for years, I still have nearly all the books). Maybe you have a Wishing Chair in your roof!

      Thanks R

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      1. I have a huge stash of Enid Blyton books in my roof. Well, I have a huge stash of a lot of things up there. The Magic Faraway Tree is a good one to check out with all the different characters living in the tree and the different worlds at the top.
        Enid Blyton went out of vogue for awhile but they’ve modified her books a bit and brought them back.
        Hope you have a Happy Easter!
        Best wishes,
        Rowena

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  3. Beautiful. I’d give that chair a loving home, old as I am. I had a footstool as a child that was my sailing ship and my dolls and I sailed over the carpet ocean. I think my parents burnt it later, they never knew about its magic…

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    1. Oh no, not the foot stool! What awesome memories. Have you written the adventures down?

      I had a magic mattress that flew to far away places. No recall of the adventures but I saved toys a lot.

      Thanks G!

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  4. I can understand the chair’s feelings. We get attached to items, why can’t the items get attached to the people? I love that it can grow wings and move on! Fun and whimsical 🙂

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  5. Lovely story – so true to life. The great times we have with our kids are soon over, and then we lose them to their horrible screens. (I say as I gaze into mine 😶) I love the ending. Perfect.

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