Thank you Wayne Gallant for posting this challenge:
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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Comments
An abortion ? Oh how sad ...
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....
I can come up with .
Doubt that I can do better than what you did here JK .
( give me a break on the greek ! )
Doesn't change my view of the writing, though.
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.
I like the faint whiff of tobacco lingering in the cigar box.
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?
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. :)
So far, I've been struck at how different each response has been.
Thanks for playing.
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)
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.
Fireeyes - you rock girl.
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.
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...
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.
Nicely done.
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.