- The plastic gnome we stole in Scarborough that first sugar-spun summer of seashells and starfish.
- The emerald bead you found in the tide-line and threaded with ribbon and slipped round my wrist.
- That button-eyed squirrel, spotted in Oxfam, brought back home because no-one would love it.
- The driver’s side wingmirror from my company Kia, still scrawled with the word HELP in black felt-tip caps, because it was the only place I’d see what you’d been trying to tell me.
- The ghost-white feather floating onto my coat sleeve the day your wife laid you to rest, and I lied my goodbyes.
This story won 2nd Prize and was a joint winner of the People’s Prize vote in the October 2021 Monthly Micro Competition.
About the author: Jan Kaneen writes because it helps keep her something like sane. She’s been published all over the shop on line and in print and her memoir-in-flash The Naming of Bones is published by Retreat West and available at: https://www.retreatwest.co.uk/the-naming-of-bones/