Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-5969231-20140623182537

One Saturday afternoon I walked into my living room and noticed that there was a new chair sitting there near the mantel. "Honey when did you get this new chair for the living room"? I asked my wife. "What new chair"? She asked. I was a little confused but I shrugged it off. It might have been old and I just forgot about it. I have always been forgetful, sometimes I even forget to lock my front door.

However the next week I noticed that a flower in a grey pot sitting on our front stoop. “Hey honey when did you put in that flower?” I asked my wife. “I didn’t get a plant” she replied. I was a little suspicious but I figured that I must have forgotten about the flower too. It might have been there a while, it did have a couple dead leaves.

Later that night while I was in bed I heard some strange noises that seemed to be coming downstairs. I would have gone downstairs to investigate but I was too tired to move. I decided that it was probably a stray cat outside or something and forgot about it by the time I woke up.

For the next two weeks everything was fine until I noticed a large bag of charcoal sitting by the fireplace unopened. We haven’t used the fireplace in over two years. I couldn’t think of a reason for it being there. While my wife was making diner I asked her about it. She had just gone to the store earlier that day so she may have bought it there. But after I told her she said “I didn’t buy any charcoal at the store, now please stop bothering me I’m very busy”. There had to be a logical explanation behind this. My wife could have bought it at the store by mistake, or perhaps maybe she had thought that we should use our fireplace again. Either way it made the most sense.

Only twenty three hours later I noticed something that I couldn’t have forgotten about. After getting home very late from work I walked into the dining room only to find a statue in a glass display casing. The statue was in the shape of a tall bald man who was wearing nothing except a pair of small under garments. I would have thought that it was an actual human being except that it was completely grey and wasn’t moving at all. Alive or not I couldn’t have forgotten this. I ran up to my wife’s room and brought her downstairs. “I didn’t buy a statue. What is up with you lately, you’ve been acting very we-“, my wife barely got out as she walked into the dining room only to find the empty display case. It was then that I finally remembered that I forgot to lock the front door when I got home again. 