The Forgotten Chair

–Short Stories, Poetry, Storytelling, And Photography

It has been ten years since they both came here together.  It was a place they would go every September to escape the noise of the city.  The cottage was weathered, the wood a sea gray from the storms that pound the shore year after year.  It was their time of year and a time that very few people were on the barrier island.

He drank coffee every morning when the sun broke the horizon with colors of gold, orange, and deep purple, the colors of love and beauty.  He would take her hand and walk over the dunes to stroll along the shoreline finding shells.

She always sat in this wooden chair, a book in hand, and deeply immersed in the story. She said reading inspired her to write and how could she have known that she would never write this last story?  It would go unread, an ending never completed.

He came again after all these years hoping that the chair would still be there, and it was, still resting in the sand near the sand dunes.  Her initials were carved in the chair arm, still recognizable.  He rubbed his finger across the wood, and felt such longing for her smile, to look into her eyes one last time.

As the sunset dipped into the marsh, he knew it was time to leave this sacred place, a place where he shared so much with his beloved wife.  He knew then that he would never return again, never read the ending of her story.

The only thing left were the memories to comfort him in these twilight years. Often it is these memories that live with us for a lifetime, always cherished and never forgotten.


Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

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