The curio cabinet had been in the beach house porch forever.
Each generation of squealing summer children had stashed their treasures there.
Balloon skins, seaweed, acorns, pennies, driftwood, forest and shore finds.
Maizie smiled, seeing her treasure trove of moss, once green, moist, and smelling of forest walks now yellowed and dried. Aged, like she had.
Aged like the beach house she was closing for the last time.
The family decided to sell it to a developer.
Maizie had come to get what she wanted – the curio box and all it’s treasures.
She heard the echoes of children’s laughter.
Written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers, October 21, 2016; PHOTO PROMPT © Claire Fuller
© my frilly freudian slip 2016
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October 25, 2016 at 4:37 pm
Dear Frilly,
Lovely nostalgic story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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October 25, 2016 at 5:20 pm
Thank you.
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October 25, 2016 at 12:34 am
Caught my throat and choked me up.
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October 21, 2016 at 2:51 pm
This reminds me of the summerhouse we left… and how it was the mementos that counted…
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October 23, 2016 at 5:46 am
Yes, the small remembories sometimes are more important than the larger picture of the past.
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October 20, 2016 at 11:57 am
Lovely nostalgic feel to this story.
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October 20, 2016 at 3:27 pm
Thank you, Claire. I think objects like that bring back childhood memories of finding small “treasures.”
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October 20, 2016 at 9:03 am
Very sympathetic and nostalgic tale, well told
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October 20, 2016 at 3:33 pm
Thank you.
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October 19, 2016 at 2:59 pm
Lovely story.
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October 19, 2016 at 8:24 pm
Thank you, Sandra.
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October 19, 2016 at 1:57 pm
Your story reminds me of the cabin in the Rocky Mountains that our neighbors own. As children, we spent many summer days, and winter ones, too, rambling around in the woods. The things we collected still line the shelves. Thanks for the good memory.
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October 19, 2016 at 2:18 pm
You are more than welcome. Sounds like a wonderful memory to have.
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October 19, 2016 at 12:22 pm
Ah, even lovely things come to an end. What a warm and nostalgic tale. And you thought of a cabinet of curiosoties like I did! Lovely story
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October 19, 2016 at 9:33 pm
Thank you, Lynn. We did both write similar cabinet of curiosities stories didn’t we. I really enjoyed yours.
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October 22, 2016 at 10:04 am
My pleasure. Who knows where such a cabinet could lead us … :)
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October 19, 2016 at 10:15 am
Lovely memories.
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October 19, 2016 at 11:03 am
Thank you. I still have a small box of my childhood “finds.”
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October 19, 2016 at 10:09 am
Touching and wistful tale, very evocative. Nice.
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October 19, 2016 at 10:50 am
Thank you, Iain. It made me think of childhood’s past.
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October 19, 2016 at 9:49 am
What a beautiful, beautiful story. I think something got in my eye…
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October 19, 2016 at 10:50 am
I hope you can get it out . . . Thanks so much for the wonderful comment.
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October 19, 2016 at 8:58 am
Sweet and melancholy
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October 19, 2016 at 10:49 am
Thank you.
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