This is my first attempt at Friday’s Fictioneer… and I’m late. Love reading these, and thought I’d throw my hat in the ring. Thanks to Rochelle Wiseoff for organizing this cool challenge, and providing the photo prompts. Check out her page here. Here’s my attempt… Exactly 100 words.
Each Sunday Jude took the feather duster and carefully dusted around the tiny items in her collector’s box. She meticulously lifted each item, then placed it back in the same spot, preferring to see them in the chronological order in which she’d collected them. Occasionally she moved items around, placing the acting pin, from tenth grade drama club in the lower left-hand corner, and the shells she’d collected during college spring break, sophomore year, in the opposite corner. However, it was hard to make changes. Jude felt as boxed in as each sacred item, stuck in choices she’d made years before.