Every Night Someone Moved the Garden Chair

The chair was heavy.

Too heavy for the wind.

Yet every morning…

it stood somewhere else.

Sometimes near the roses.

Sometimes under the tree.

Sometimes facing the road.

The old woman living there became frightened.

She lived alone.

So she bought a camera.

The next morning…

the chair had moved again.

The footage made her laugh and cry at the same time.

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It was her dog.

An old golden retriever.

Every night he pushed the chair with his nose.

Little by little.

Until it reached the exact same place.

The road.

The woman suddenly remembered.

Years earlier…

her husband sat there every evening.

Watching cars.

Petting the dog.

After he passed away, the dog kept bringing the chair there.

Every single night.

As if waiting for him to sit down again.

The woman never moved the chair afterward.

Neither did the dog.

They simply sat beside it together.