Writing 101, Day Twenty: The Things We Treasure
For our final assignment, tell the tale of your most-prized possession. If you’re up for a twist, go long — experiment with longform and push yourself to write more than usual.
Wow, day twenty already? This reminds me of a Daily Prompt we had not long ago…this was my submission to that: It’s my Centennial!
Well, here it goes…
She tapped her fingers on the white topped desk her sister had build for her years ago and looked about the livingroom. Her most prized possession, something that she treasured above all else, she didn’t think she had one. Sure there was her Great Grandpa’s pipe, and sitting next to it was the nail that a blacksmith made her decades ago when she was at the village museum. The majority of her things, from the frog figurines and bits of pottery to the paintings on the walls, were important to her, for one reason or another and it would be a real bummer if they went away, but treasured? No, they were just things.
What would she grab if there were a fire in the building? That was easy; she always left her cell phone, tablet and MP3 player on the kitchen counter by the front door when she went to bed at night. But those were not treasures either, just important because they were useful, they were a part of her daily life and they had her stuff on them.
A bag in the firesafe safe, held a few things ready to be grabbed in case of a fire. Stowed in it were her passport, birth certificate, a diary her father had to keep when he was in the Queen’s Scouts on a camp weekend and a few other bits and pieces. It also held her back up drive for her laptop, which had all her family photos/scans, her photos and writings, those things she would hate to lose, but were they treasures? Not really.
There was also the Family Book she had created when she did the family tree a few years ago. It had everything that she dug up in it, such as birth listings, marriage listings, photos and census info etc. No more copies could be printed because she had deleted from her account. She had hit a dead end in the research and no more changes would be done to it, so if that got burnt, she would no longer have a copy. She thought scanning it…
The phone rang, she looked at the call display and realized at least one thing she treasured and that was being able to chat with her Mum.
The End 🙂