Wednesday, November 30, 2011


This sofa once graced a happy home. A young couple sat here enjoying the fire, and contemplating all that life had to offer. Then came the war, and he was gone. Time passed slowly, the letters few and far between. Then, months later, he was returned, but he wasn’t really there. Life didn’t seem to have as much to offer now.

She couldn’t stay – she didn’t want to go. In the end, she took the things she cherished and returned home to be near her family. He sits in a dreary room, day in – day out, most of the time staring blankly into space. He knows she’s not coming back.

Now the sofa, donated and re-donated, sits by the road, soiled and broken. Its cushions long gone to some homeless man living in a cardboard village in a dank alley where the rats roam bravely through the darkened streets.

A fictional story written for Magpie Tales #93.


  1. Sad story. The life of the couch parallels their own.

  2. Awww! Well done, Linda. I felt their pain.

  3. Jotter Girl- It is sad, but lives sometimes turn out this way. I wish everyone were guaranteed a happily ever after.

    Talon- Thank you!

    The Cello Strings- Thanks, I hope it didn't strike a tender note for you.

    Meleah- Thank you! Takes a bow. ;)

  4. What a poignant story. I'll never look at an old couch on a curb the same way again!

  5. What an extraordinary tale told in such elegant words. Really lovely!

  6. How sad. :(
    (But very well done!) :)

  7. Oh what a sad tale beautifully told.

    Anna :o]

  8. Nicky- Thanks. It's sad for both the couple and the couch.

    Mama Zen- Thank you!

    Linda- Thanks so much!

    Mimi Foxmorton- Thank you. So glad you stopped by.

    HyperCRYPTICal- Thank you, and thanks for visiting.

  9. after all the human owners now this sofa has rat owners, well maybe the humans were rats too

  10. Goodness - it seems some people give up too easily, methinks...


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