Unraveled Patience
By: Angela McMahan

This was my grandmother's wicker chair. She loved wicker. Years ago she said she was waiting. Waiting to die. That mentality tore her apart faster. She died in the summer of 1999 when I was five. Didn't see the next century.

One summer in 2009 my sister eventually threw this chair out for the dump. I took it and put it in the woods and used that chair for a nice seat to listen to the birds.

The initial beauty incited a picture. The story gave it a feel and a name. As far as I know it is still there; I have not visited this site in over 15 months.