‘It’ just a pile of junk,’ he said looking at my haul. A child’s painting, a certificate for swimming and a birthday card. To me they were more precious than gold. To me they were reminders of a happy childhood. ‘They’re not junk, they’re memories.’ Placed back in the pink box, alongside photographs of family,Continue reading “https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2021/04/04/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-154/six-sentence-stories-1/”