“What’s up with the chair?” Jacob Fuller eyed the steel blue chair, a stark contrast to the plush armchairs positioned sporadically in his older brother’s bookstore.
“It’s different,” Jeff Fuller said, rubbing down the chair gently with a rag.
“Yeah, I can see that.” Jacob rolled his eyes. “But why is it different? Don’t these chairs usually come in a set or something?”
“Because everyone is different, Jakey, and every book is different.” Jeff gestured to the bookstore around him and beamed as he always did when the shop came into conversation.
The Bookfeet was a one-story building with sweeping, crimson curtains framing the floor-to-ceiling window. A grassy green sign with THE BOOKFEET in gold lettering hung above the door, welcoming readers and book-lovers.
“Right, and that somehow means you need to have one randomly different chair?” Jacob shook his head, exasperated. “You realize you’ve been making less sense than usual since you decided to open up this bookstore?”
Jeff smiled. “One day, Jakey, someone will walk in here, looking for something different. Someone who might feel like they’re different from everyone else. And when that happens, this chair will be waiting for them.”
© Jade M. Wong 2017
Haven’t written something for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner in awhile, and the blue chair in this week’s prompt caught my muse’s attention. Word Count: 194.