Fisherman’s twine, a bottle-top, seashells, a smooth pebble, a knobbly rock. The treasures in Granddad’s cabinet were as the man himself – surprising, various, and chosen with love. These were his treasure chest and his story book.
Heaving myself up onto the stool, I gazed. Though I’d seen the cabinet before, the contents changed with time, a bit like Granddad’s memories.
“What are these?” I asked, reaching for a stack of coins.
“Arrr,” he said, a protective arm drawing me down with the coins to his lap. “Arrr, Jim lad. Them I got when we took a Spanish galleon.”
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