Sunday, September 02, 2007

Sunday Scribblings #75 - The End

image by tony clough

Packing tape screeched over the flaps of the box. Carefully, Morgan pressed the tape in place, then made a couple of crosswise seals to secure the top. Her permanent marker squealed as she wrote DISHES: KITCHEN on the top and sides. Her hands, marred by paper cuts and a few minor bruises, moved quickly and competently to complete the task.

And that was it. The last of the boxes. The movers would be here soon to take Morgan and her things to a new place. A new life. All the rooms looked so empty. Everything was gone, even the dust bunnies.

Fresh beige paint covered the muted pastels she had chosen for her rooms and carefully painted herself. The wallpaper border in the bathroom had been stripped away. Her rainfall showerhead was replaced with a sensible low-flow and her fluffy towels were new encased in cardboard. All her earthly goods were. The sum total of her life in this place was gathered into neatly labeled boxes in her living room. Everything that had made this place her place was gathered into these generic cardboard cubes.

Morgan tucked a strand of auburn hair behind her ear as she sat on a carton to wait for the movers and tried to remind herself that this was a new beginning. Not the end.

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  1. I like the way you focus on the boxes in this piece. Something very concrete to focus the reader's mind

  2. It is sometimes all those "things" that make a house a home, and are the most poignant to consider when we leave one place and move to another.

    Well done!

  3. I want to know why she is leaving and where she is hooked me.
    Lovely description.

  4. You've shared a moment of time as she transit to a new beginning. Nice flowing description of the scene.