The Wisdom of Morvik
Rejoice! The warriors of the tribe, who have wandered many moons, lost and desolate in the far citadel, have returned. Behold the bounty of strange gifts they bear!
Now I the elder, in ritual robes, solemnly unseal the book of myths and intone the powerful magic of the ancients.
‘Right. So take side A and crosspiece b and screw C1…’
‘Crosspiece B? That won’t work.’
‘Are you questioning the holy runes or my authority as elder and interpreter?’
‘Just shut up and give it here!’
And so the eternal struggle for kingship continues over the building of the IKEA wardrobe.
M J Lewis ©2016
Yes folks, Morvik really is an IKEA wardrobe. And indeed my husband and daughter are attaching wardrobe doors upstairs as I write. (I’m not daft – I’m keeping well out of it.) I did almost call this Game of Wardrobes, but that would have given it away too soon.
Many thanks to Rochelle our host at Friday Flash Fiction and to Kent Bonham for the intriguing photo.
Click here for a soundly constructed cupboardful of stories, or should I say a cupboardful of soundly constructed stories.