Literary Exploration


SHORT STORY (HAND-PICKED RECLINERS)

PART 1

We all choose to sit ourselves in handpicked recliners.  Suede Rockers?  Zero-gravity Rockers?  Black Cameron Oversize?  Leather La-Z-Boys?  Our imaginary perspectives bring us to these chairs.  Chairs of comfort or chairs of discomfort.  How does a stool feel in a living room compared to a stool in a bar adjacent to a pair of perfect twenty-three year old tits?   How do we view life in our chairs?  And where do we sit?

I’ve got this king size sofa.  A sofa in the future.  Because in the future, furniture companies will decide to attach sizes to sofas relative to beds.  That’s where my imagination tells me to sit and I choose to lean back further than the typical boy, all the way back.  And life my friend, is fucking amazing.  And “amazing”  is some chick everyone wants to fuck.

Freddy on the other hand is perpetually an uncomfortable passenger on a shitty airline.  Let’s say “Spirit Air”.  Poor Freddy, those fuckers decided to make their seats always in the upright position.  “Please refrain from reclining your seats as we take off….oh yeah nevermind, your seats don’t recline back at all.”  And life for Freddy my friend, is fucking shit.  And “shit” is literally shit.  A typical convict fuck you find in prison.  But remember, it is all perspective.  And you?  I don’t know.  Where do you want to sit?  You look like you’re okay.  Are you?

Your name is Finch.  You went to Lazarus middle school.  Choosing between Lazarus and Lynbrook Middle was easy.  The majority of your prepubescent class of fifth graders were going to attend Lynbrook.  Freddy and I however, who lived a couple blocks further, had a different rudimentary education.  Your best friends till death do us part.  We’d end up at Lazarus, which helped make your decision simple.  A decision your parents would never give a fuck about.  Similar to all the decisions you’ve made and are going to make in your life.  “Hi Mr. and Mrs. Summit.”  No response.

Mr. and Mrs. Summit.  Fuck their first names because I never bothered to remember.  They sat on the floor, part of a furniture-less two-story condo hoarding all kinds of shit.

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