The chair. I stared at it as long as I could. People said I should never go near it. Everyone else could, but I couldn’t. I wasn’t sure why. People always stare at me whenever I’m near it. Â My eyes fell on it so many times. I just couldn’t resist it. It’s colour faded but I always wondered, ‘was it because of me?’ Â The wind blew on my face with the leaves rustling and flying. Sauntering, I went to the bench, stared at it again, then sat on it. Â Then I knew why I was never allowed to sit on it.