Entry: The Timepiece

The Timepiece

by Karri Compton

Five-year-olds remember things, even after they've turned twenty-five. Every time T.J. entered her mom's house, she locked bitter memories deep into her mind's basement. Her hands shook as she hung her coat in the closet. The aroma of candles, meant to bring relaxation, only served to heighten her mounting headache and remind her of Dad and all that had happened years ago. She had moved out after graduation, hoping to leave the recollections behind her like so many dirty footprints in the snow. Exhaling deeply, T.J. commanded inner calm and called out to her mom.

Submitted by
Karri Compton