The Cracker Jack drawer was my favorite.
The cupboards built under the stairs were as old as the house itself, and required much pulling and coaxing to surrender their treasures. I rooted through trunks and armoires during my summer week with grandparents. Once I discovered the bin of yesteryear’s prizes, I barely missed television or neighborhood kids.
A lick-and-stick tattoo,
a plastic party snapper,
miniscule magnifying glasses …
the detritus of an old woman’s love for caramel corn and a hoarder’s sense of preservation. These remnants considerately left in an accessible bottom drawer for children to discover anew each season.
I didn’t even mind the silent dinners.
Many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting the Friday Fictioneers group. Each week a photo prompt is given with a request for 100-word stories. You can read more flash pieces by visiting the site and clicking on the collections link. As my interests include both flash fiction and creative nonfiction, my contributions vary in genre. I trust you will find even life itself to be a good story.