Fiction Saturday – Untitled Story – Part Six
I’ve never liked the “French Provincial” style of furniture. To me it’s always looked like something that belonged in a doll house. And it’s uncomfortable too. The only people who seem to really like it are the shysters that sell it and people who grew up with milk crates and plywood furniture who managed to hit the lottery. I doubt if Adam Cream ever noticed, or even cared, what his trophy wife had purchased by the truckload.