Chair Picture Journal

The scrawny old man grabbed for the chair as his overweight wife sprinted into the kitchen, running faster than she has ever moved in the past 20 years. The old man lifted the chair high above his head; he was determined to catch this mouse. The room was dimmly lit by one lamp but he could still see the mouse scattering underneath the rug. This has been a weekly occurence ever since the mouse moved into the house half a year ago. The man and his wife would be watching the evening news and the mouse would appear out of nowhere. You could swear that the wife was part elephant. Partially because of the way she looked, but also because of her reaction. She would become extremely skiddish and would run away as if Michael Meyers were chasing her. The chair was still held above the man's head, ready to strike, but the man knew this wouldn't do anything. Next thing he knew, the rug laid flat on the floor again and the mouse had disappeared into the wall. This battle would happen again, and the man secretly looked forward to it. It was the one piece of excitement in his otherwise boring and monotonous life.