Fighter: Now At Rest

By Drishti Rangnani

Sitting on a couch, Anna heard the children giggle, Sofi was hiding under a chair from Soheb who won't stop tickling her.

The chair was placed upside down, its arms and headrest touching the cold marble floor with legs up in the air, in the closed corner of the room marking a nice hiding spot for a five years old. It was shiny off white, now waning from constant dragging across the rough floor. It was as old as the kids playing with it were. Being bought at a sale, the piece of plastic sure was living over time as its companion gave up very long ago, broke a leg under a  little devil's violence and got sold for not more than a penny.

I wasn't far from facing the same fate, I can feel it, with me aging the devils are getting stronger, thought the chair. Well Sofi named it Fighter, which was quite fitting considering the above.

Anna wanted to get rid of it long ago but Sofi insisted she needed a shield and a place to hibernate.

Few days later, it was dark at night, Anna couldn't sleep there was some screeching sound so she came to check and tripped on something then she noticed it was the chair which was still placed upside down, fell face first she was confused because she herself had placed it upright before going to bed, soon the confusion got replaced with fear as in the dim moonlight she saw the chair abruptly getting to its four legs.

All the feelings of providing to comfort of rest of sitting to the tired had moved to taking revenge of all those torturous days as it barely got used for what it was produced.

With more screeching sound Fighter came by Anna's side, up close she could see the wane, dirt, grease and scratches on the chair, that moment of horror made her regret listening to her daughter. Before another thought could pass her head Fighter launched itself on Anna, first on its arms then again back to its legs, repeated the action till there was no life left. This made the chair too to lose  one of its weak legs but the feeling of satisfaction was more than any pain because there was going to be none again. Then Fighter moved to its corner carefully bending again in that position of laying upside down which was now of the rest. 

“Thought I couldn't take weight anymore, didn't you?” asked the chair to still Anna. Well I just removed it now didn't I.

By Drishti Rangnani