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Tag : Short Story

31 Dec 2016

The Gray Attic, 1989

  The Gray Attic 1989 Sitting cross-legged in the confines of my gray attic, memories thread every corner and curve.  Soft, decaying cardboard boxes backbone empty spaces.  There is a deep chill in the darkness; mellow incandescent light beams bend around my breath with each exhale.  My fingertips trace the flimsy, yellowed-with-age tape on the boxes.  I wish the boxes could be locked with a key, sealed for all time.  Instead, the tape disintegrates, and the sides of the boxes […]