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+---
+layout: writings
+title: Chair
+date: 2016-02-04
+notes: |
+  This was the first short story for my current writing group in early 2016. The
+  stimulus was "chair", simply because we needed a stimulus and there were chairs
+  in the room and we ran with it.
+body: |
+  The chair lay in one corner of the room, slightly angled toward the window, the
+  sun mottled on the cracked leather. Empty. The client sat in a chair opposite,
+  and Jenine perched on the sofa. The clock ticked.
+  
+  "How are you, Mrs Bateman?"
+  
+  "I'm good thank you, dear. Tired, but almost bored. Empty nest syndrome no
+  doubt. John's away on business again. Celia Vrije keeps bringing me food,
+  'checking to see if I'm OK'. You'd almost think there'd been a death in the
+  family."
+  
+  Mrs Bateman patted the arm of the empty chair. Jenine nodded, smiled, took the
+  nearest of the three cups of tea, put it to her lips, before holding it. You're
+  not supposed to consume things given to you by clients, but refusing
+  hospitality usually doesn't go well.
+  
+  "How is John."
+  
+  "Oh you know, always out. Working, picking the kids up from school, at the
+  allotment. He's started getting up and out of the house before me. I swear I've
+  hardly seen him all week."
+  
+  "How are the children."
+  
+  "They haven't been in touch lately, not since they took the car to move Gin
+  into halls. No doubt off having crazy adventures. I remember what it was like,
+  exploring the world, exploring ourselves, without a care in sight. I'm sure you
+  remember. You can't be much older than my Eli."
+  
+  "Hah, yes, I do. Wild times."
+  
+  Build rapport with the client, ensure they're comfortable, listened to.
+  Connect, but not enough to risk getting involved or, worse, them becoming
+  dependent.
+  
+  "It has been months since they called, though."
+  
+  A moment of silence, a quick flash of something across her face, before it
+  reset.
+  
+  "Now, remind me again what it was you were here for?"
+  
+  "I'm here to see how you are."
+  
+  "Oh god, like Celia from next door. I'm fine. Where has this idea that there's
+  something wrong with me come from? Just a little stressed and, I suppose,
+  lonely. But I'll find new hobbies now the kids have left, and I still have
+  John. Thinking of, he should be home soon, you only just missed him popping out
+  to the shops."
+---
+{% extends 'templates/base.html' %}
+{% block body %}
+	<nav>
+		<a href='/writings'>&gt; writings</a>
+	</nav>
+	<header>
+		<h1>{{ title }}</h1>
+	</header>
+
+	<article>{{ body | markdown }}</article>
+	<hr />
+	<aside>{{ notes | markdown }}</aside>
+{% endblock %}