This my entry for this week's Theme Thursday for "box." It’s a repost from an earlier date, which I don’t often do. But it perfectly targets this week’s theme, and I just can’t get past it to another inspiration. So if you’ve read it before, my apologies.
It was filled with fun and fantasies, winter dreams and summer drives, passion and love. Postcards and coasters. Matchbooks and guide books. Ticket stubs and Playbills. Geegaws and tschotches. Baubles and bangles. Memories for the inevitable day when memory fails.
One day, the memories came to an end, and the box was left to languish. Instead of gathering life and love, it gathered nothing but dust and spider webs. But still it waited, because… well, you never know.
As will happen as time goes by and lives move on, the day came when there was nothing left to wait for. The box no longer held happy recollections. Instead, it held meaningless collections for the garbage truck.
And so off it went, its memories carried to the landfill to decay with the rest of life’s cast-offs.
But perhaps, when memory is gone, wisps from the box will drift into the cloudy grey heads of those rocking on porches far apart, and they will remember.