By Raymond Sloan
With their only daughter immersed in her favorite show, Jess insisted Tom and her bag up Amy’s old clothes for charity. Every item unearthed produced another forgotten memory, and the stark reality that nature wasn’t knocking twice.
When finished they loomed over the pile, until an explosion of Amy’s giggles jolted them. Reminding them how lucky they really were.
Tom put the boxed clothes into the attic. One day Amy’s belongings would find a new home and new memories would begin when he’d walk down those stairs, but for now he wasn’t ready to let go of the old ones.
“I write because I love writing.” – the writer