The rectangular box with the snowman wrapping paper became more shelf-worn as it wandered through the house. One year it rested on the silver tray with the beanbag frog; the next year it perched on the bookshelf next to Tale of Two Cities. When her daughter started school it hid between the African violets; when she started high school it crept to the mantle with the ominous black clock.
She’d been great with child the Christmas her mother died and would not risk cross-country travel – especially when their last words had been bitter.
tape long gone –
the ungifted gift
Carpe Diem Special #160