Small Foldable Round Table Novels & Stories

Thousands of miles away from where Leesa and Rave said their goodbyes to Dominic, five shadowy figures sat in a large, dimly lit room, gathered around a dark, round table at least ten feet in diameter. The table’s smooth surface was fashioned out of a special, highly polished material that looked almost like black glass. Candles flickered in brass sconces on the chamber’s stone walls, but strangely, none of the light reflected off the top of the table. The dark surface seemed to swallow any illumination that struck it. In addition to the five occupied chairs, four more sat vacant.

Padded along the surface. "Sit on the table," Alex said. I looked at it. Half my height. Not even. The proportions of it were not immediately making sense to me and I said so. "It is quite small," I said. "Half my height at most." "I will check on that." He moved to the side of it and reached underneath and pulled something out. A fitted extension, built in, drawer style, one section for arms and another that unfolded for legs, the whole thing locking into place with a quiet precise click that said this had been designed with specific intention and someone had thought about it in detail.

As soon as we walked in the door some people stopped and stared at us. Louise didn’t seem to mind. We just took a step to the side so we weren’t blocking the entrance and look at our surroundings. There where around 15 long cherry tables throughout the room. One of them being placed at the very front and center for the Alpha, Luna, Beta and their families. Each one with delicately crafted high back chairs with Silver Moon pack inscribed on the back. There had be over 70 people in here right now. I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked at Louise.

Perched in the far corner was a small television with about thirty metal folding chairs placed all around it. The kids were sitting in the chairs, crowded around it, and you could tell that only the ones in the front row had a good view of the thing. I glanced around. In the corner was an old Ping-Pong table. The surface was cracked and dusty, the net nowhere to be seen. A couple of empty Styrofoam cups sat on top of it, and I knew it hadn't been used in months, maybe years. Along the wall next to

Amanda looked around the cottage. It was devoid of any human presence but it was not, in any way, empty. In the middle of the living room is a low center table made of Maplewood, surrounded by 3 3-seater upholstered couches. Piles of what seemed like glossy paper-bound tomes were on top and at the bottom of the center table. As she saw earlier, the windows were closed but the curtains were drawn to the side to give a view of the garden outside.

I start playing with my cuticles. Amy smiles at me and gets a hold of one of my hands. "Relax, they don't bite." She gestures me to go on. My hand touches the knob and I twist it. The room is completely different. Instead of the hundreds of chairs, there is just one big round black table in the room. There is a beautiful red tablecloth with lace details on the table. There are four table arrangements and they are full of food. I hear the door close behind me and I jump.