Amy, must be nice to be able to lose the need.
'The Girl in Question'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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It's a bit hopeful, Deb. I'm not quite there yet, but I don't do it the way I used to.
I've known cats who like to put things in shoes. . .
Mine don't chew up shoes-- their weapon of choice against the evil shoe creatures is generally vomit.
I suspect I'll sit back and enjoy everyone else's drabbles on this particular topic. Anything I could write on this one might be too painful, even for me.
OK, trying this drabble thing.
The drywall with its telltale watermarks is gone, but there must have been eighteen inches. And a leak up high in the closet; things I know were up on a shelf are soaked. Shifting the sodden masses to the back door, I give up the game of trying to determine where the ruin ends.
When I find the box marked “Wedding Dress” I’m afraid to open it. I’ll never wear it again, it shouldn’t matter if it’s ruined. I never got around to preservation - the box is just cardboard, labeled with a Sharpie. Somehow, still light, still dry, pristine.
Oh, -t. Ouch.
It's a happy ending. Did I not get that across?
I got the happy. Even the sharpie hadn't been smeared by water - the contents stayed dry.
Oh, I understood that the box (and dress) stayed dry; it's just that the 18-inch line, and the drywall not even being there anymore -- they evoked such destruction.