Photo prompt copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Sweet-scent wobbly squashed its ample floral upholstery on Woody, admired its precious Crystal, tapped the metal oblong:
A big spice-scent wobbly arrived. Somewhat unvarnished. By nightfall, not even a fitted cover. Timber was left loose and dangling.
In the morning spice-scent wobbly parked its stripped base on Woody, tapped the metal oblong.
“Great new chair ordered. On its way!” it shouted. It unstuck itself from Woody, making a rude noise.
The next day, long after Woody was taken away, sweet-scent wobbly stared at Crystal.
A tear-shaped flaw had appeared, just below a diamond peak at the bowl’s sparkling edge.