THE MEMORY IN THINGS

 

THEMEMORY IN THINGS

When we gotour first flat we were skint, sleeping on a bed from Mum’s spare room. Mikefound this bistro set in a skip, rubbed the rust off laboriously and painted itblue, then invited his parents round for tea. Mike and I sat on the bed!

Each time wemoved, Bistro came with us. We celebrated every anniversary at that table -even chose this house because the patio was perfect.

Bistro isrusting gently into old age now, and the kids say I should buy something morecomfortable, but it’s staying where it is.

Every flake of paint remindsme of Mike.

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I have several things that I've kept for the memories they hold rather than for their beauty or intrinsic value - no doubt you have too. I even mended an 80-year-old Teddy for a friend, who loves him because he's been with her since birth and he's still there inside his new fur.

Thanks as always are due to Rochelle, our hostess, and to Rowena Curtin for the photo that prompts this week's rash of short fiction from Friday Fictioneers.