When the chair broke she screamed and cursed in anger. The legs just gave in under a weight unrecognizable. I followed them outside and watched, how she dumped the chair near the entrance of the building and went back in. I waited till she was gone. Then, I sat down next to the chair and watched silently.
The chair knew I was there. It knew it wasn’t alone.
I wanted to say something, but no word would have made sense of this situation, nothing I could say would have reached its broken existence. Speech remained empty metaphor. I felt helpless. I started to cry. Its collapse was inevitable.
I stayed and listened, while the end slowly approached.
