We all have them, little reminders of important, whimsical times in a life.
A massive purse sat propped open in her lap as I approached. From the seat beside her she moved a small pack of tissues, two pens, and a broken pencil to make room for me. I took my seat and gasped as something jabbed me in the left buttock.
“I think you forgot this.” I said, handing her the bristled end of a broken hair brush.
“Sorry!” she shook her head apologetically. “I wanted to clean out this old purse on the ride to work and I have thrown things everywhere.”
The bus continued its route while she continued her cleaning. She shuffled through hand-written notes, balled up scraps of paper, and checked and rechecked zippered compartments in the giant purse.
“Well look at this.” she said as she held up a small green marble. “I found it in the yard one day when I left the house and forgot…
View original post 508 more words