Friday Fictioneers – Little Boxes

~ Neil MacDonald
PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

Her life compressed down until it fitted into ten square feet—eighteen storage boxes. How could someone so vibrant and alive have become so small? Was that party there? The one where she had walked a wire between buildings. That smile and infectious laugh wasn’t there, the way a whole room wanted to crowd around her. Ten square miles insufficient to hold her.

Perhaps the enormous pressure had squeezed her into a new dense form of matter which warped space and time. I closed the door om the storage room but remained unable to escape her event horizon.

 .Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

45 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Little Boxes”

  3. Sad and beautiful. I’ve recently done a serious sorting and doing a living ineritance to those that I wanted to have certain things. Now, my entire life is summed up in two 50gal plastic bins (clothing included). I’ll be selling the non-functional car this next week or so. Winding down this life, it seems. And, oddly enough, I’m okay with that.

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  4. This is so lovely, Neil, in a bittersweet way. It’s funny how we try to find our loved ones in the things they leave behind. I like to think there is a lot more space in our hearts than in a storage container.

    Very moving.

    Jen

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  9. I can believe that the compression of such a large life into those ten square feet would have cosmic effects on any who knew her. No wonder your narrator became trapped – in orbit around her???. Love your metaphor, Neil

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