You were the chosen one!

A loud creak was heard as the man got up from his old and grey creaking chair. It was still a good chair of coarse. It did all the things good chairs do; it supported him in the proper places of his back, it didn't break when he had eaten to many slices of the delicious pie he loves having for dessert, and most of all, it was still there. The man had lost many things in his life and he had lost many of the things he could count on so having one of the few things around he still could, meant the world to him.

So the chair creaked.

So the man got up.

He stood there for a moment or two to take a breath. He wanted to think about his decision before he went through with it, just like any person should. He looked around and took in all which lay in front of him. He smiled. He smiled because it was time.

He looked down to his chair then walked inside his house. A few moments later he came back carrying a much larger, sturdier, heavily cushioned and much more luxurious chair.

The man slammed his new chair right down on his old one, smashing the old one to dust. He looked down at his new chair, smiled and sat down again. No more creaks.