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.
The Diligent Dilettante 
Time changes lives, but memories are etched for ever.
It felt there is a mystery waiting to be discovered, perhaps something from the time of Blackbeard
It has accumulated the stuff of memory
Perfect – don’t some smells just evoke memories and feelings 🙂
Sadly, our children grow up, and we are left with the memories of sights and scents. A lovely tale of a precious memory.
Isadora 😎
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.
Scents can pull memories to us faster than just about anything. A very pleasant sharing, with good descriptions.
MEMORIES. Wow! Thought-provoking. Thank you for sharing the prompt.
Never throw away a memory!
The scent of memories never grows old 🙂
Perhaps, he should send it to his daughter. I think she’s rather enjoy the memory. That is, if he can part with it. Great story.