And the Greatest of These...

Jenny Matlock has bestowed upon us a near-perfect prompt today, along with 100 words of our own choosing to develop it. We even get to illustrate! Isn't that chair-itable? ;)

(the prompt, as always, is in red)

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Chair-ity

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

The chair dominated the small room, but it didn’t matter. She loved every rounded edge and sharp corner of it, every curve and angle shaped to hold her form, to cradle her own cradling. A rocking chair is what she’d asked for…hoped for…but as was her man’s custom, he gave more.

That chair cost dear, more dear than parts and pieces. He worked in sugar maple, like his people, and made the hot hide glue his daddy used. But it was sleepless nights that brought the value…and work-worn hands that labored until dawn.

It showed up in the nursery one bright morning. She squealed, and he came running from the yard. She told her ma his soul was in his eyes.

And in her woman’s heart, she took it in.

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