All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go. -John Denver
Shells from Key West, concert tickets, baby booties, pawns from board games played on rainy days. In a shadow box that has hung on their wall for 24 years.
How do Howard and Hannah divide their memories? Who gets the booties that the baby wore home from the hospital? Who takes the shells that they found on Smathers Beach?
May I have the booties? she inquires.
Yes, he whispers.
They pack their memories in separate boxes. Hannah seals hers closed.
I’m sorry, she says.
Stop it, he states.
Howard locks the Uhaul, raps on it twice before she drives away.
Genre: general fiction/100 words
Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. Please be sure to go to her page and read the stories from other writers. We are a rather eclectic group. I welcome kudos and criticism. Bring it on!