By Nicole
We’re all collectors, accumulating pieces of others. Wrapping a laugh in a bow, capturing an interest of someone’s in a bottle, gingerly nesting them on our shelves.
My favorites sit front and center tucked behind sheets of glass, in frames of gold.
That filmy night, the grass poking up through your curls as your finger traced its way across the sky. To Venus then The Seven Sisters.
The “You’re a good writer” hidden in a string of conversation after you read one of my stories for school.
It’s not often we realize when others change us, in these moments I knew.
Mmm. Compact isn’t easy. Good to read your work this morning.
Nicely done. I love the idea that we collect certain moments from the millions of moments in our lives and carry them with us and allow them to shape us.
Beautiful, poetically told, little story. I enjoyed it a lot. Oh, but what would life be without these changes.
A beautifully evocative story capturing the essence of memories and the impact of moments. Well done!
Intriguing! What is being collected here? Gets the imagination going..
We are all part of each other’s story! Thanks.