The table wobbles under my husband’s calloused hand.
‘I was thinking,’ I say.
He climbs under the table.
‘My mother should move into our spare room.’
‘Yeah, yeah,’ he says absently, his fingers around the culprit leg.
‘I’ll tell Mother she can move in.’
He shoots upright, smashing his head on the table.
Afterword
The mission: to write a story of exactly 53 words about a “leg”.
Now, the leg of a person or animal came first to mind. But, for that reason, I looked for something a little different.
Thus, this piece about a table leg and a married couple. Maybe some can relate to it?
Photo attribution: thanks to Stefan Johnson on Unsplash.