Stored, sometimes forgotten, memories. Stuff. People squirreling away the overflow of abundant lives, enduring the expense for months or years, to hold onto the past or in anticipation of the future.
A child stores an elderly parents effects to deal with later. A couple marries and duplicate belongings end up in a five by ten unit. The downtrodden cache their meager treasures ‘for just a few months,’ fruitlessly hoping to eventually recover their collections.
I watch over all these items. I am here to ensure that your possessions are as you left them. In case you return to reclaim them.
Friday Fictioneers: The rules: 100 words, no more, inspired by the weekly photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for the weekly prompt and to Amy Reese for the photo.
Iain Kelly said:
Very simple, beautifully told tale. Well done.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and to comment. I enjoyed writing this one.
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I echo Iain. Simple and well told story. And I’ll add, well layered.
Thank you for your kind words. Being that you are a published writer, your comments mean a lot to me. Thanks for taking the time to read my work.
Nice squirreling 🙂 I mean writing, Mike
Thanks! I was using vocabulary to avoid redundancy. That can be challenging sometimes. That gem just popped into my head. Ha! Thanks for reading and for commenting.