the final entry…
i had this great big bottle for nearly nine years. a diamond in the rough, it cleaned up nicely and became a signature piece in my life. in it, i collected pennies one at a time. insignificant little memories, they added up to no small treasure over the years. the bottle was beautiful, full of character. it bent the light and cast a wonderful glow on it’s surroundings. it was also imperfect, it had a dangerous flaw. a chip near it’s mouth. a chip small enough to go unnoticed but with the power to hurt, to draw blood, when handled carelessly.
in the blowing winds of change it came time to relocate the bottle and it’s contents. in the middle of this move it shattered. irretrievably broken it lay at my feet as an open floodgate, giving up it’s captive memories. as i scooped and scooped the pennies into a box, which will inevitably be relegated to a dusty corner, i thought about what the bottle will turn into once it gets to the recycling plant. whose memories will it hold next and will it survive them?
with every move the glass crumpled further. as fate’s cruel irony would have it, the surviving piece is the neck with the fatal flaw, that little chip. my most prized possession…