Jacob paused and counted again.
Twenty six. Three less than the last time he’d counted and that infernal orchestra were still refusing to pack it in. If they didn’t stop interrupting his counting then he’d be sending them overboard to find his missing chairs.
He jolted forward, scrabbling upwards as the ship lurched again and the deck continued to tilt at a most infuriating angle.
The deckchairs began to slide downwards, clattering into each other as they headed for the railings.
“Drat.” Jacob spat.
He’d got them just right.
Carol J Forrester - Writing and Works 
I loved this Carol, great piece and as the deckchairs disappeared the band played on….small but titanic you might say.
Thank you. 😀
A very sweet little piece. Well done.
Thank you.
OCD meets SOS. 🙂
Definitely.
I thought this was terrific. Quite green with envy that you took something so simple (that we all know about) and turned it into something so engaging.
Thank you for such a wonderful comment.
This was a great piece. So simple in concept, yet quite stunning!
Thank you very much. 😀
Excellent! Brought what was perhaps an inappropriate smile – the best kind. Thanks.
Thank you for the lovely comment.