Sofa

By Jennifer Frost

5 August 2022

Photo by Temmuz Uzun on Pexels.com

Oak trees shade the windows of the room, filling it with green light like water in a still pond. I can’t take a nap on this sofa, its awkward cushions sliding, its antique headrest brooding. Gran looks in and says, “Be still.” The mantle clock is ticking. Three hundred seconds equals five minutes. Then three hundred more. Not a whisper. Not a dripping tap. Pop’s ghost asks Gran for a dance in the kitchen to an old tune on the AM radio. The oak trees drop their leaves one by one, the mantle clock keeping time with the dance steps.

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Published by Jennifer Frost

Jennifer Frost lives in Woodland Hills, CA with her husband & 6-year-old son. With an undergraduate degree in English Literature from the University of Iowa, Jennifer has spent her life as a devoted reader & secret writer. You can find her stories in Backchannels, Deracine & East of the Web.

1 Comment

  1. Deb says:
    August 5, 2022 at 1:50 pm

    Mmmmm-delicious like a lovely Lindt dark chocolate truffle. I love this piece 💕

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