Fiction · Level 4 · 220 words
The Uneven Floor
Original passage © Studio AM, written for Fluency.
Her father's workshop still smelled of pine shavings. On the bench stood his last chair, glued and joined, waiting for its final trim, and in the order book Dana found the entry: a chair for Mr. Ellum, deposit paid. She had grown up sanding in this room. She decided she could finish it.
The mistake surfaced when she checked the legs: one back leg cut short by nearly a quarter inch. A slip of the saw, she assumed, from a man who had been ill for months. She trimmed the other three to match, set the chair on the workshop floor, and watched it stand perfectly still. Delivered, then. Done.
Mr. Ellum called two days later. The chair rocked, he said, in the corner where a chair had always stood, in a house that had been settling toward its garden for eighty years. Your father, he added, came out last spring and measured the floor.
Dana went back to the order book. On the page before the entry, in pencil: a small diagram of a floor, four numbers, one corner circled. The short leg had never been an error. It was the fit. She copied the numbers and started over, building the chair, this time, for the house it would live in, not for the level floor of the shop.
Source: Written for Fluency. Original passage © Studio AM, written for Fluency.