Discovered Memory

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The glass smelled of old dirt.

His daughter had brought a golden seashell from the beach. She was eight, he still married. “Can we keep it?” she asked. “It reminds me of the waves.” He found an unused glass at his family’s summer cottage. He set it on an exposed cross-beam in the living room, where it somehow remained undisturbed.

She added beach detritus every year – seashells, driftwood, coral, stones. Then she married, moved to her husband’s country. Her father now vacationed there alone.

He went to discard its contents, but stopped on detecting the smell of his daughter’s discovery.

After a few weeks away, it’s nice to return to Friday Fictioneers.


11 thoughts on “Discovered Memory

  1. Organizing and cleaning up, I am constantly coming across treasures from when mine were little. Now it’s when the grands were younger. I like to remember. 🙂 Nicely done.

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