The Rocking Chair

 

She sat on the rocking chair situated in the corner of the room, livid and exasperated at her state, staring at her husband who wouldn’t calm her.

The wooden chair creaked and he thought, “It must be the wind.”

© 2015 Sonali Pawar All Rights Reserved

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