Okay, a little late in the day but it's still Friday morning. Make sure you share your 55 word work of art with the G-man.
The old camp stool blended into the background,
dropped with other castoffs as they ran off to play.
Most of them didn’t run anymore.
“There you are,” a male voice sighed lovingly. “Let’s go.”
Grabbing the stool he clarified,
“My traveling partner.
Two tours in Iraq.
You see a stool.
I see home.”