Microfiction Day 141 – ‘Don’t Judge’

It knew it was ugly.

It was too big for every modern house, too low for every modern body. It had tassels where no one wanted tassels to be, and an unpleasantly fruity smell that oozed from its cushions whenever anyone sat on it.

Its favourite part of the day was when people smirked as they passed.

Because it was judging them too. The ugly, green, antique sofa knew it was ugly. But if people could look past that, they would hear all of its stories.

Including the one of how the money came to be stuffed in its cushions.