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Richard found himself talking to the furniture.

"Ahhh" he sighed settling into his favourite chair "lets have a nice sit down shall we?" The question lay down on the floral rug and withered away unanswered.

"What's that all about, eh?" he grumbled to the doormat that had curled up snuggly against the front door, jamming it when he opened it for the milk, as he picked up his post. "What's that about?"

"Right then, let's get the kettle on" he chirped conversationally to the kettle which blushed until steam came out of its ears and boiled despite being watched. "Lovely cuppa" he said in thanks, and the kettle whistled shyly to herself until she was calm again.

"Come along then" he grumbled as he grappled with the lawnmower, "Come along, come along then. That's a good girl".

Richard didn't mind talking to most of the furniture, he had done it most days of his long eighty-six years. He had talked to the furniture as it had slunk into corners and nested in cupboards when they had moved in forty-odd years ago. He didn't notice he did it any more.

Richard didn't mind talking to the furniture except a lamp. A walnut carved lamp with a broad shouldered torso that shone too brightly the last time it had been on. He must remember to replace the bulb. He never remembers to replace the bulb. He doesn't want to replace the bulb.

What he minds is jolting awake in the middle of the night with "Mary!" on his lips. The slam of his hand into the sheets, the way his hands deform into claws, that rake the unexpected negative space, despite the arthritis. The shot of pain through his knuckles reminds him - a sharp reminder, like he used to get at school for sticking his plushly wet chewing gum under his desk. No! No, it said. No.

Yet most nights he woke still, turning in fright and being faced with the blank shade of the lamp. He'd repeat himself; "Mary.." and let his head wilt down to the pillow once more.

I know what I wrote about, but I'd love to know what you read about here. Let me know.

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IntelligentZombie Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Wow, you started with it being so funny and adorable, and then SLAM, heartbreaking, really great writing. :heart:
BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2013
Gosh thank you, and yes I tend to cruelly twist things. haha
IntelligentZombie Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome, and I believe you mean: "Muahahahaha!" :evillaugh: 
BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2013
Why yes, yes indeed!
Relic-Angel Featured By Owner May 29, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Poor guy... :(
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nihil-nihil-nihil Featured By Owner May 28, 2013
Truly heartbreaking.
BloodshotInk Featured By Owner May 28, 2013
:love: Thank you
leyghan Featured By Owner May 26, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Humorous, sad and relatable all at once. I love this!
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