vignette

[marycatelli]

This week's prompt is:
chair

Anyone can join, with a 50-word creative fiction vignette in the comments. Your vignette does not have to include the prompt term.

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[marycatelli]

They did not, of course, have chairs for the company.
Tactless, thought Robert, without heat. Most of those who hired them were in a position to need their aid and be courteous enough to obtain it. He doubted this group actually needed them.
But they had a use for them.

[marycatelli]

No one reached for a weapon. On other hand, no one sat. No one reached for the food, only waited and listened to those footfalls.
Rosine thought, for a moment, that it was easier to fight a dragon -- in the thick of the fight, not waiting for the moment.

[marycatelli]

Awnings in bright colors stretched over shop fronts, and old women sat in their chairs, knitting, watching the street, and haggling with customers. The crowds slowly increased, dressed in every shade from drab to brilliant. Some rushed rudely through. Some ambled along, often with baskets for what they would buy.

[marycatelli]

Ava blinked at the old woman sitting there. Then she blinked again. The woman's face looked young enough. It was only that her hair was as white as the whitest snow that made her look old.
Also the grave look at that she gave Ava.
"Come and sit," said Isabella.