Linguistic Erosion

Contributor: Jeanelle Nicole Driver - - The latches on the box gleamed dull in the light, brassy and stained. He undid the clasp, sucked in a breath, and lifted the lid. The faded paper stacked in the box was the key to so many painful memories, a love just beginning to bloom, and lost too soon. James hid it all away, but in his twilight years his soul longed for closure. Footsteps crossed the dust-strewn floor, and a small hand touched his shoulder. “Grandpa, are you all right?” Iris asked. James tucked the box under his arm, got to his feet with a groan, and faced the concerned eyes of his granddaughter. “I’m fine, Sweetie,” he said. “I just came up here to find something.” He smiled when Iris slipped her hand in his and led him back down the narrow attic stairs. “Daddy says you’re distant, so I told him I would get you,” she...

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