Part 1. Micro Chp. 12
After a while, I came to the annoying conclusion I wasn’t getting anywhere. How could I ever find a specific box in the dark without seeing it?
“Phone, you dummy.” I fumbled in my pocket and dug it out, pausing mid-air with the phone grasped tight in my hand. How could I risk using the small amount of battery life I had left without knowing how long the power would be off. How would I be able to call anyone, tell them what had happened. How would anyone be able to call me on the other hand.
But, I had no other choice.
“Think. Where would dad have placed the damn thing?”
With my phone lighting the shelves, I began my search from the beginning, starting with the top shelf of the unit. As I scanned along the line, I rubbed away the dust from the boxes as I went.
Halloween. Tom’s old toys. Baby clothes. My old toys. Games. Books. Christmas spares. Each one of those boxes had memories attached to them, a reminder of a life that no longer existed. I swept my hand across the last box, watching as the words appeared through the dust.
Placing my phone on the shelf, stretching to reach the box, I took it down and planted it on the floor between my feet. The pain hit me all at once. Tightness I hadn’t felt since my grandad passed away last year. Only, it hurt more this time.
I collapsed over the box, hugging it tight to the ache in my chest, wanting to keep the pain locked inside while telling myself not to cry. Because crying was for girls and babies. Not a fourteen-year-old boy. But then, why couldn’t I, why couldn’t I have one moment to remember them.Copyright © by Sarah Neeve
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You always hold my goldfish like attention…excellent 🙂
Is that the 2 second rule? Or are you telling me you live in a bowl? 😉
No, thanks for your kindness. 🙂
You are much too kind. 🙂
I know that feeling all too well… It doesn’t happen all that often anymore, but it was very frequent in the first couple years after I lost my grandparents.
Great stuff, as I beleive I’ve said before and fully anticipate saying many times over.
Thank you kind Sir. 🙂