The Lawn Chairs



As everyone had hoped and half-expected it would be, that morning was nothing like the previous day (which had been Very Dark and Rainy and Windy). This glorious day-after-the-storms was bright, breezy, warm in the sun, and pleasantly cool in the shade.

With Rabbit’s help, Old Possum unearthed the stack of patio sling chairs he’d inherited from his parents. (The wooden frames were a bit creaky, and the fabric’s jaunty blue stripes were a bit faded, but he had no doubt the chairs would be as comfy as ever, if still a tad difficult to get into and out of.)


(Late May 2024)


Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr
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