THE GLASSES...
The bifocal glasses he withdrew
from the velveteen box amid other treasures were just plain unremarkable
things. They were nothing special actually. The lenses had a subtle yellow
tinge more from age than tint. Their subscription had expired long ago. Their
fashion was out-of-style - an early 2000s model.
Maybe they should have been
thrown out a long time ago with all the other things that held no use; pots and
pans, clothes, newspapers. Maybe he should have thrown out all the other
personal odds and ends neatly ordered in the opened box before him. The box
itself had been carefully stashed away in the weathered footlocker he had
acquired five years back. The glasses were nothing special to anyone else, but
him… He couldn't find the courage to... He gave an audible sigh trying not to
allow the old pair of eye wear evoke deeper emotions. They were gently returned
to the velveteen box as the weathered footlocker was slid to the back of his
closet again. Before the door was closed on their memories he gave a melancholy
whisper, "I miss you Dad."
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