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FEBRUARY 20, 2009 12:55PM

For Sale: Baby shoes, never worn. Back Story

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Thank you Wayne Gallant for posting this challenge:


hits counterIt was a wooden cigar box at the bottom of a bigger box at the bottom of a locker emptied at the end of a life.

The majority of contents in the locker had been untouched for too many years. The door only unlocked to add and remove life’s seasonal accoutrements. Almost empty paint cans sat perched near the door in easy reach should a touch up be required. A jumble of worn brushes in a torn plastic bag lay on the floor each bearing small remnants of colour choices that had graced the walls of too many rooms in too many places.

Finally extracted from the jumble of belongings, the bigger box took up space in the middle of a room filled with freshly packed boxes each labeled and arranged by price and category and waiting for pick up. The contents sale would be held elsewhere.

Multiple colours and layers of packing tape and moving stickers graced the rough-worn exterior. Inside, there was an obvious hierarchy of the contents determined both by age and importance. On top, a couple of yellowing newspapers with headlines depicting triumph and sorrow. In the middle, a jumble of term papers and photographs. And near the bottom, lined notebooks filled with awkward printing and a few curled drawings still tenuously attached to faded construction paper.

The cigar box was tucked down the side of the box with the other contents roughly pushed aside to make room.

The tarnished brass latch and hinges all worked together to maintain the integrity of the contents. Opening it let escape the last slight whiff of old tobacco leaves. The contents were an odd mix of things: a small doll in a faded dress; red and blue ribbons pinned together with the coarse hair of a horse’s tail; a Guide badge awarded for reading. Memories and meaning meant for someone else to cherish.

Finally, at the bottom sat a tiny pair of booties--the pink ribbons tied together and pinned to a never-opened envelope. The glue no longer held the flap closed, and the contents easily slipped out. A receipt, an invoice, a prescription never filled, and printed on the top corner, the name of an infamous clinic.

A choice not chosen, a niece never known and long simmering mysteries now solved.

Case closed.

No more items for the sale.

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I can see I'm missing something . Baby shoes posts popping up everywhere .
An abortion ? Oh how sad ...
follow the link I just added above Trig. Maybe you can do a Greek tragedy with this open call. ;)
As always, JK, fine writing.

I too have had to sort through the remnants of someone else's life on occasion, and it's always been both sad and mysterious. Why was this cigarette case kept? Why that lonely armband? Why this clipping? What deeper meaning and insight into that person is revealed by the contents?

Of course, you found one answer in the box you sorted....
Ahh I see ...thanks for the link . Must run errands but will see what
I can come up with .
Doubt that I can do better than what you did here JK .
( give me a break on the greek ! )
Well hell, don't I feel like a proper git. Didn't realize it was supposed to be fiction or a response to a challenge.

Doesn't change my view of the writing, though.
Wow! I didn't see that coming....great writing, JK!
JK this was much better than mine. Rated.
Sorry Trig, I'll stop with the Greek thing, although your comment could have read "this shoe thing, it's all Greek to me"...OK, I'll stop, I promise.

B1, I added the link to Wayne's after you popped in here. Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

1Corgilover - thanks for making me aware of this with your post...I have to make it back to yours to finish reading and rating.

OEsheepdog, not true, I loved yours. Very funny. Everyone is doing something completely different, which is great--except that I'm not getting any work done eek.
JK, Beautiful piece.. So nicely written. I didn't see the end coming like that. Very nice.
Good, true, sad ... much sadder in a way than the Hemingway flash-fiction. An abortion haunts one longer than a miscarriage. With intention comes regret, which sharpens sorrow to a fine point. There's a luxury to being a victim sometimes, ot be able to say, it happened, no one knows why, perhaps it was for the best. The vagaries of nature and the tenuous attachment of fetus to womb invoke a sense of fate. A world where we make our own fate, with no higher power to commute the consequences, only sounds good if you're an existentialist (with lots of absinthe on hand).

I like the faint whiff of tobacco lingering in the cigar box.
Moving. Tragic. It speaks to the painful truths about abortion.
I can smell the box and the room. In the past several years I have gone through two families members' boxes (remnants of their entire lives were stored in a 12" x 12" box), and had two distinct thoughts. 1) Wow, their life has been reduced to a little box, and 2) Why did they save *that*?

I liked this ending for its sadness and caring and perhaps "secret memory" for the woman. Like a tale told from the grave.
PS: Make some coffee, will ya?
FE 24, thanks for taking time out from your own writing to read this. much appreciated.

Steven, someday I'm going to gather up all your comments and make a post of them. You always provide so much more to think about. Thank you.

Zumalicious, thank you for being moved. It is such a heated subject, that we rarely get to examine the deeper tragedy for fear of rebuke.

Grif...I promise, I'll pick up some coffee on the weekend. ;)
As I think more about the life reduced to a 12x12 box, I have to wonder why we have all this other stuff hanging around. The story is fiction, but the box, well both boxes, ...erm the locker and the boxes, they are all mine. I feel sorry for whoever is left to deal with these one day, but I would like to be the fly on the wall as they pull out this and that and say "what the #$%?"
Thanks for stopping by my blog, next time I'll make cookies for you. :)
"Memories and meaning meant for someone else to cherish." I used to go to a lot of estate sales, and I would see those boxes. It always made me sad that someone's precious memories were being handled by a a bunch of people in polyester (not me) on a Saturday morning. Sad, haunting post.
How sad this is but very well written.
Very well done.

So far, I've been struck at how different each response has been.

Thanks for playing.
Very well done. Difficult and sad.
M B I have a trunk full of stuff from my husband's aunt. I hardly knew her, she has no kids, he doesn't want it, but I can't let him just put it on the curb. Ich. Now you've put the fear of people in polyester in me. (not you)

Joan K and kh3333, thank you both.

Wayne, thank you for inspiring this. I really didn't think I would do it, but then one twinkle of an idea led to another...my hats off to you. (and thanks for all the other great contributions you inspired)
Wonderfully sad, sadly painful and very well written. I woner what it is about cigar boxes that hold so many crushed dreams? Rated
Thanks Bob. I love old cigar boxes. I think there is something so evocative in the smell that it calls out for your treasures. Like the memory of your grandfather's pipe or cigar.
You and my wife hve that in common. We have about 50 cigar boxes, mostly wooden ones. I like the smell too, and the smell of tobacco stores. That is until their lighted. Tobacco has a peculiar way of changing itself from a pleasant aroma to a smell I don't tolerate too well
My inspiration for this story is a cigar box I've had for forty years. I gave an antique one away in moment of insanity, and I've never forgiven myself.
Like you, the smell of lit tobacco I can find pretty annoying, but the box...ooohhh, the box. I admire your wife's good taste.
I'm off to Cuba in a couple of weeks and I'll be bringing home at least one new box. I just have to find someone to take the contents.
Wow! Cuba. An intriguing place to visit. Lots of history there. Enjoy.
JK, I will always take time out to read the posts of friends. That is the best part is reading what others do on here. Your are always good. I did love this one..I liked the surprise ending.
Bob, I'm hoping to do a post on Cuba for the Americans in the audience. I don't think there are too many, but they might be interested. ;)

Fireeyes - you rock girl.
JK

I truly look forward to your post about Cuba. Like a locked box to a mischievious, young man, Cuba has always beckoned to me to see what's inside.
Well Bob, this is my second trip, but my first to Havana. I promise you lots and lots of pictures. The people there are amazing--very proud and well-educated--with great universal healthcare apparently. the land is kind of stark, not as lush as other islands. The music is out of this world and everywhere.

We are gathering a supply of guitar strings, eye glasses, clothes, cosmetics etc. to take with and leave behind. I was thinking of taking medical supplies as well, but my husband has many US stops on his passport and I felt like I almost lost him going through immigration last time. I went in one door and came out a few minutes later, he went in another and didn't appear for awhile. I'm not willing to take that chance again.

stay tuned...
very nice jk. i liked what you did with the challenge.
Cap'n, timidview, welcome to my blog and thank you.
JK

Politics truly suck, don't they?

I wonder when American politicians are going to realize that, just because a form of government is different than ours, the people (the core of politics) are still incredibly valuable and pertinent with some social conspets that are often far more advanced than ours.

I truly am excited for your return and look forward to your pictures of and posts about Cuba.
I loved the images that were evoked by the contents of all the boxes (so much like our lives). Very descriptive writing. Story well told. Rated.
Heartbreaking and beautiful. Mine went a completely different direction.

Nicely done.
Bob...yes, politics suck for sure.

Cartouche, glad you enjoyed it --thank you

Julie, all of these went in so many unexpeced directions. I think Wayne needs to do a summary list.
I am working my way through them all and enjoying each one. I'll get to yours soon I promise. Thanks.
so it was wayne who started the baby shoes? knowing that i like this even beter than i would have, and i liked it plenty already. you responded to the challenge as well as anyone else i've read so far, which of course doesn't surprise me. double rated.
Nan, Mjay! You crazy kids. where you been? I love a good throw down challenge. Thanks for the comments and the ratings. :)