Hmm interesting...I kind of thought it's the message to someone who died and you were close to...and he was sitting on the chair in the garden all the time..And then, to escape the memories of him, you go to woods for a hike and there you suddenly saw some forgotten chair. That's what I have though is the story about.
And then I see the #fiction tag and realize it's all just...a fiction hah :D At least it's good to know you're not going through such hard times as missing someone :D
Congratz on the nice upvotes here :)
It just started to be winter here, and for some unknown reason, I was thinking about my lawnchair a lot. I liked to sit out and watch nature. So I thought I would try to write a short story about a being watching what to them was nature, but it got muddled in my head and well one thought led to another thought, and well that was the results.
My lawn chair has been set up in some strange places over the course of the last 30 years.
edit: Oh I forgot, thank you for actually reading the story.
Hah yepp I've read it as it was of reasonable length...on the other side, wouuld it be longer I'd probably pass it or read just some parts. Soo what were the other places where the chair was setup then? Sounds funny already hahha :D
Like most lawn chairs, it was originally for camping, then a couple of times in parking lots, from Oklahoma to Alaska, and Alaska to California and back again. It has been restrung twice, and getting to where it needs a third restring of the webbing.
Oh wow, I bet she could write a book if she knew how to :) Hope it will survive the third restrringing in good health :)