Grandma's Chair
Grandma’s Chair
Her chair always sat in the center of the room. She heard the bell of the door to her left and the boiling of the kettle in the kitchen to the right, the television was in the left-hand corner by the big open window and she sat in front of the open fire with the pale blue coffee cup sitting on the dark oak table. It was the same as it had always been. Her chair was at the end of the three seated…
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