It was a swivel office-computer chair. It used to be. It looked so based on its crossed legs and wheels. But now, it wasn’t that office-computer chair anymore. Nobody used it anymore, especially since it now has the faded white color, golden on its creases. It sat on one of the few flat surfaces of this abandoned land, rubbles and debris of concrete around it, and the natural morning sun lighting it.
(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)